Bluebell wood
poem by:
Allan P Stevens
Written
on Sep 06, 2016
- Come and take a walk with me Past a majestic carpet of blue Such a wondrous sight to see Neath the trees in Bluebell wood - Spring leaves reach up to the sky For the sunlight shining above Young squirrels run and hide Neath the trees in Bluebell wood - Sly old fox, he likes to prowl Sometimes a badger or two Under the gaze of old wise owl As darkness falls in Bluebell wood - If you’re lucky and remain silent Up wind you must also be stood You might see a deer passing by Neath the trees in Bluebell wood - I still remember as a young boy I would visit whenever I could So many things to see and enjoy Neath the trees in Bluebell wood -
Tags: happy, rhyme, inspirational, encouraging, imagery,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.brings back happy memories of my childhood.
rebeka Philips
commented:
I like it.
Peaceful sort of poem.
Robert Kohlhammer
commented:
A deep texture to what reads as formal poetry. A pleasant read.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
There was a bluebel woods wher I lived as a lad......thanks for the memory..
Allan P Stevens
commented on Nov 25, 2017 at 10:41am
Thank you to all of you for the nice comments.
