David Wood

Rookie - 364 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Bluebells - Poem by David Wood

Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door

With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.

Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.

Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its spell
Delicate bluebells making spring so fine
Their time on earth far too short.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The beauty of nature rings loud and clear with every season and each passing year

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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