Bluebells.

A bell of old England
In colours of blue
That lives in the forest
Of delicate hue

Sweet scented and fragile
Amongst Birch trees and Ferns
Litter the woodland
Like old ladies perms

They grow with a flourish
Their numbers to swell
This pride of old England
The beautiful Bluebell.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-03-02 at 17:33

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normalil
Am gradually working my way through your work which I love. Was delighted to find this!
2007-05-16


Veld Cooper
Beautifu, Graham...loved the 'old ladies' perms'!
2006-03-03


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
As always a fantastic poem! Such structure and word presentation that it is smooth to read, and so the comfort welcomes the reader to imagine all routes of your poem.

I love this. 5!
2006-03-03


BlueyedSoul
Such a beautiful picture you describe Graham.
Delicate and colorful, i wish i could see it in person.

~Cindy
2006-03-02


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
This brings back memories. I can't remember the last time i came upon a forest clearing laid with Bluebells. They are beautiful and so is the poem.
2006-03-02