Tuesday 28 April 2009

Bluebells (Or Memories for Heaven)


The bluebells stand silently
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Witnessing
Their green nature
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Delicate chains
Of
Crisp bells
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Weeping
Soft scents
Of
An English spring
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Draped carelessly
Around old oaks
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Waves of blue heaven
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Sweeping down
Beneath the coppiced hazels
-
To
The Valley of the wildwood

-
Egal Bohen
Spring 2009

2 comments:

I, Like The View said...

I love blubells

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Egal Bohen said...

Thats good - they are cool
Egal..