It only stays a week or two
The magic carpet of brilliant blue
An annual treat in April/May
As nature takes your breath away.
In twenty three, ‘twas running late
A savage winter had made us wait
But nonetheless worth waiting for
The English Bluebells like years before.
I had to see them if I could
So went a walking in old Hitch Wood
I felt I must consume the view
Through a lens of that special hue.
Each perfect bluebell standing proud
There on parade, a massive crowd
All without equal, always true
A majestic cloak of violet-blue.
Christopher 12 months ago
Nice one. Sounds like a lovely sight.
Neville Hunt 12 months ago
Thanks Christopher. Just Google ‘Hitch Wood bluebells’ and you’ll see... But photos can’t remotely capture the glory of the unique English Bluebell!
Christopher 12 months ago
Wow, those are pretty, and I would imagine even prettier in person.