first bell chimes filled the air
drifting out across the farms.
sunday upon sunday morning
it was the Lord's call to arms.
across the fields, surely enough
he was in view, strutting his stuff.
you could set the clock by him
walking to the 8:00 each Sunday.
that was our cousin jim.
on those sundays, unbeknownst
to him, he kept us straight
until one sad day WWII threw
wide open its atrocious gates.
when we gazed on the horizon
at half past the hour
we heard the church bells
and our hearts felt sorrow.
his country had called
and Jim's feet went
marching off to war.

Evelyn L. McCusker (Evenccw@aol.com)
Akron, Ohio
PS: Uncle Tony's grave is on Cousin Jim's part of the homestead! Jim is dead now, but his four children have established homes on the property.God, it's good to be able to go back home again!