It’s May, so the bluebells are out.

Image by Herbert Aust from Pixabay
Bluebells
Blue, blue,
Everywhere blue.
Bluebells your eyes they will woo.
Blue, blue,
A sea of blue
A sight you never will rue.
Blue, blue,
Woodland floor, blue
Gleaming with droplets of dew.
Blue, blue,
Bells of deep blue.
Such a magnificent hue.
Blue, blue,
Fallen sky, blue.
But under the trees they grew.
Blue, blue, all around, blue.
Such a beautiful view.
Do you like bluebells? I used to pick them from a woodland near where I lived, when I was a child. It wasn’t forbidden then!



