A poem by Georgina Foster.
The Bell
I was made in England, far away,
A country I still remember to this day.
I was taken onboard as the bell of the ship,
I travelled round the world on many a trip.
Then while in a port one day there came,
When I was given to a man, Johnstone was his name.
He put me in a cupboard until one day,
I was donated to a Church not far away.
Twice a month on Sunday I rang for all to hear,
Twice a month I rang both loud and clear.
Then one day, I was taken from my home,
To a place in Kenthurst to live all alone.
At last I was moved from that place so cool,
To a Happy place called Annangrove School.
Now I sit in the Library, in total rest,
And watch the children as they read with zest.