Sea of bluebells

By well-wisher

Wed, 06 Mar 2013
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The bluebell’s slender, curling cloches
pour down just like water that sploshes,
as over woodland floors it washes
in pools deep enough for galoshes.

Even bark covered trunks of trees
seem to wade through, up to their knees
in blue as deep as the deep blue seas
rolling like a tide with the springtime breeze.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi JoHn, this poem was like a breath of fresh Spring air. Brought back childhood memories of picking bucket loads of bluebells from the woods behind our old house. Very much enjoyed reading. Jenny. PS I know what you're going to say, "we shouldn't have picked them." But this was back in the 1960s, and we were only about seven or eight.