Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Bell

With Gram and gramps on their farm I

Loved growing up as a young boy.

When I was a five year old guy

A new born calf gave me such joy.

From forehead mark I named her Bell,

And spending lots of time with her,

We played together very well.

She was a great playmate for sure.

Then one day Gramps did sit me down

And told me Bell had gone to be

An angel up in heaven town,

And she would ring each bell for sure.

Many years later truth was told.

To a butcher Bell had been sold.