Bells

[Wjames]

I got the image of a bell swaying almost upside down along its pendulum as it rings from the "high-strung ankles" bit, but that might just be me. This poem struck a chord with me, as at this camp me and my family go to every August there is a very old iron bell that is rung to notify people of meals, etc, and I have fond memories of playing with it as a youngster.