Bells, bells, bells, bells

I have always loved the poem The Bells by Edgar Allen Poe. This poem came to mind the other day as I cleaned and sorted the craft supplies I was hoarding in my dreaded craft room closet.

It seemed like every container, bag, basket and box I sorted through contained some sort of bells. Apparently every time I needed bells for some craft I was working on, I would buy some. Probably because I was unable to locate the stash I had hiding in amongst my other stuff.








Now they have found a nice home in their own container. I had enough to fill a shoebox sized container, which is a lot considering some of these bells are pretty tiny. So next time I need a bell, I can go to my neatly organized closet and pull out the container marked “Bells” and find one that is just right for the project!

I will now leave you with the first verse of this famous poem.

Hear the sledges with the bells -

Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells -

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Have a great day!