Bluebell Woods

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In the enchanted forest, far, far away
rabbits dress in waistcoats and chat about their day
Fairies live in toadstools, deep in the wooded dell
they sing and dance to the chimes of the quivering bluebell
An Enid Blyton story, a fairy tale or dream
or closer to the truth, than at first it would seem

Down in Bluebell Woods, which is not so far away
the magical spell of nature creates a mystical display
A deep, plush carpet grows in a dappled violet hue
the trampled, threadbare pathway leads us safely through
A lush, fresh, heady scent fills the air of spring
accompanied by the silent sound of bells that do not ring

Bluebells, like an ocean swell, as far as the eye can see
a vast sea of rippling waves, broken only by the trees
Rabbits hide in burrows, dodging the light of spring
butterflies flutter like fairies, birds tweet and sing
In May magic comes to life in a woodland near you
spring in all its glory, fairy tales really can come true

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julie callaghan

Mon 10th May 2021 10:39

Thank you Nazia, Stephen A, Holden and John for the likes. I wrote this last year and it was probably one of the first poems I posted. I sat down to try to write a new bluebell poem yesterday but I couldn't get this one out of my head.

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