This Old Clock



The Chimer

This old house has a chiming clock,

It dongs and chimes and goes tick tock.

It greets me in the morning and sings at night;

And sometimes, gets the time almost right.


It makes me stop and listen when it chimes,

A chance to pause and think of good times.

For this old clock has seen many things,

Summers, falls, winters and springs.


It is a part of this home and a part of me;

We have lived together contentedly.

Happy, sad or in between,

A dear old friend this clock has been.

Joanne Baker ©

My Grandmother Beever and I had the same chiming clock. Sometimes when we talked on the phone you could hear both clocks chiming at the same time.  It was a special connection that we had.    Now that she is gone from me every time I hear the clock chime I think of her.   In a way she is saying Good Morning, How was Your Day, Have a Good Sleep, I Will Talk to you Tomorrow.


About westwoodcottage

Growing up I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s farm, Westwood Cottage. It was a magical place. My sister and I always returned home having made something; cookies, a craft, gathering wild flowers and making a bouquet. And I have continued the tradition. I'm a Home Economist with an interest in living a creative life. I sew, bake, write, and have tried most crafts at least once. Adding to one of my many interesting vintage collections is great fun. My husband is a brilliant painter as you will soon see and he is an amateur actor and playwright. We have one son who is a cartoonist animator and another son who is fast becoming a computer wiz. Living in a prairie town in a 126 year old home gives us a lot of inspiration to explore our passions. Won’t you come join us on the journey?
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