My Wifes Garden Of Chimes Poem by ERNEST CLARY

My wife has a lot of chimes
I heard them play a thousand times
how many I cant say
i hear them ringing on a windy day
big ones little ones square ones round ones each making their sound
not a one silent when the wind blows around
each one with its own sound to give
its as if the wind makes them live
most of them suspended on a wire or string
they bump each other and begin to ring
i hear them jingle in the night
they dont need food water nor light
out there without fur or feather
they survive through all the weather
when the wind stops blowing they go to sleep
just hanging there silent without a peep