Sunday, 27 May 2012

Bluebell Wood

Tread softly the woodland bluebell carpet
Audacious and proud they cover the ground 
As if longing to meet your hand's caress
Perfume so potent it follows you around 

Squirrels dance like fairies amongst them
Seemingly conscious of their delicate stance
Nuts secreted under and round them
There to be foraged at the first chance.

Blackbirds singing, chorus enchanting
Echoing loud from canopy to ground
Hopping through bluebells, seeing the squirrels
They quickly fly off where they can't be found

I love to walk the woodland seasons
Bluebells, wildlife, leaves and trees
Snowdrops, daffodils, bracken, birdsong 
Thrilling the senses an ethereal tease

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