Church Bells

Church Bells Once I lived in a charming English village, near an ancient church, every Sunday morning on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed. Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer. When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi- circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang bells so hard waking him up when air was cool, sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to get up and go to mass. So far nothing has changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling