The BluebellWood

I took a walk . . . over hill and dale,
across meadow and stile,
to the place where an old Oak stood . . .



and there . . .  beneath it's branches lay
a sight magnificent and pure,
the splendour of a bluebell wood . . .




A carpet filled with blue and green
blanketing all within it's path
as far as the eye could see . . .



A heavenly gift . . . 
from a heavenly realm . . .
for just such as you and me . . .



I bent my ear unto the ground . . .
for I thought that I could hear



Amidst the whisper of the breeze,
beneath that canopy of trees . . .
a faint . . .  and holy sound



a million little tinkles 
which brought me to  my knees . . . 
upon that cool damp ground 



on that sunny day . . . beneath that tree . . .
in a beautiful blue hazed symphony
in the cathedral of 
the bluebell wood . . .  
~Marie Rayner ®  

Just a bit on nonsensical poetry from me today.  It's not even really that good.  But I wanted to share . . .

 

Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . . Sticky Bangers with Buttermilk and Chive Mash.  So good!

Have a wonderful Wednesday! 

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