Enjoy this poem by my friend and great poet, Richard Devereux. He and his family joined us for a walk on our lovely Malvern Hills and we took them to see the famous bluebells.
bluebells
bluebells and beyond the bluebells bluebells
a whole hill-side of bluebells
the famous Blackhill bluebells
May Day bluebells
run-away bluebells
scampering bluebells
drawn to the sunshine – sunshine bluebells
ding-a-ling bluebells
my little girl lies in the bluebells
in the long grasses and bluebells
her hair is dressed with bluebells
I see a painting – girl in the bluebells
a cry of pain – from the bluebells
my girl is hurt – stung – forget the bloody bluebells
she’s been stung by a bee in the bluebells
no – by a stinging nettle nestling in the bluebells
there is always a nettle
in the bluebells
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
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