So many visitors walking in the woods today
And the reason is quite simply here is found
A purple carpet leads the unready eye away
Whatever direction thunderstruck you turn around
Their breathtaking perfume rules woodland air
The finer senses all within the soul are stirred
Sight and smell and touch all drawn there
Recital in company of sweet chirping bird
Slim animal track guides devotees through
Snapping woody winter debris under foot
Admirers do come now but far too few
A mite too muddy for the townie pussyfoot
The glory of the Bluebells shouldn’t be unknown
Just a few weeks in ultimate pleasure blessed
The depth of colour into memory banks shown
Or owned only in the romantic spirits breast
Take these sweet moments whilst you may
How soon this sweetest sight is forgotten
A lazy life indoors and nature’s forfeits pay
As easily left behind as dreams were gotten
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