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Bluebell Lining

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Down footpath lined with bluebells

Lit by the early sun

Striding out on Chiltern Way

When day has just begun

Through sunlight dappled woodland

With birdsong all around

The piping call of blackcap

Replacing traffic sound

Beyond old gate a vista

Of rural farm landscape

On edge a splash of yellow

From ripening oil seed rape

Pheasants in the distance

A track that winds to where

The green trees clothe horizon

Amid the warming air

Contouring the hillside

Upon an earthen track

Pausing in the leafy shade

To view the pathway back

Glades of blue haze wonder

Carpeting the ground

Hidden blackbird singing

And Springtime magic found.

 

 

 

 

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