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1. Someone posted this one on Facebook just now. Another lovely Spring flower poem.

   The Bluebell Wood – Felix Dennis

   We walked within an ancient wood
   Beside the Heart-of-England way
   Where oak and beech and hazel stood,
   Their leaves the pale shades of May.

   By bole and bough, still black with rain,
   The sunlight filtered where it would
   Across a glowing, radiant stain—
   We stood within a bluebell wood!

   And stood and stood, both lost for words,
   As all around the woodland rang
   And echoed with the cries of birds
   Who sang and sang and sang and sang…

   My mind has marked that afternoon
   To hoard against life’s stone and sling;
   Should I go late, or I go soon,
   The bluebells glow— the birds still sing.

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