Bluebell Lane

Bluebell Lane

This corner of old England

Dappled in hazy spring sunshine

Old houses with tales to tell

Sagging walls on a pot-bellied shed

Topped with a shag pile moss roof

Gnarled, arthritic twisted trees

Gently swaying, leaves whispering

In a warm undulating breeze

And dancing bumble bees

Dusting the nodding flowers

With yellow pollen knees

Children sitting on the grass

Making daisy chains for Mother

A gift worth more than gold

Made with care, from love

Lost in worlds we once knew

But have misplaced somehow

Perhaps to find again.... one day

If we can find the time to stop

By Paul Brown

Tags: Nature, being present, simplicity

Post Date: March 2019