The Bell Lap

This story is written for Friday Fictioneers.

Copyright - David Stewart

born to poverty, living with fear and crime

left the dirty city with nothing and expected the same and not to do time

he bought this farm with his very last nickel

working day and night with some old hammer and sickle

young and fearless, some say reckless, he married his true love and had five children

determined with all his might not to be a lowly pilgrim

where will it all stop he often wondered

 one thing he knew he didn’t  want to live  to be a hundred

his lined face and worn frame indicated the ringing of his bell lap

17 thoughts on “The Bell Lap

  1. rochellewisoff February 22, 2014 / 10:03 am

    Dear Danny,

    A rhyme in the rhythm of life. Nice.




  2. patriciaruthsusan February 21, 2014 / 2:37 pm

    I suspected what “bell lap” was from your piece but looked it up to make sure. Well done. Hard work and being in the elements can make a person appear older than their years and wear them down.


    • Danny James February 21, 2014 / 4:00 pm

      Thanks for the read and your time in researching the quote. At least my bell doesn’t ring in the middle of the night 😎



    • Danny James February 21, 2014 / 3:58 pm

      Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment! Much appreciated.



  3. sustainabilitea February 20, 2014 / 11:06 am

    Danny, this has the feel of rap to me, something I generally don’t care for, but I thought the marriage of the gritty feel of your story and the rhythm worked perfectly.



    • Danny James February 20, 2014 / 5:01 pm

      Thank you Janet for your useful helpful comment.



  4. LindaGHill February 20, 2014 / 7:06 am

    Nicely written, Danny – not a word wasted. 🙂


    • Danny James February 20, 2014 / 8:25 am

      Thank you Linda. I always enjoy your post so your comment is most welcome.



  5. atrm61 February 20, 2014 / 4:22 am

    Ah life! Sometimes it exacts too much price and wearies us !


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