The Bluebell Woods Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

Should a veil of fear and suffering cause me at the end
To forget the love and kindness of you all
If I say such and such and this or that and it offend
Forgive this feeble body at its fall

And let’s go gather blackberries as autumn’s ushered in
And fill our hats with bursting purple fruit
And in the Hillman royally we’ll glide the lanes to home
Me in my scarf and Jack in that old suit

If I appear to lose my senses as cold night descends
And rheumy eyes don’t see you at my side
You hold my aged hand in yours in comfort to the end
Doubt not this heart has loved you all its life

And strawberry fields roll out before us here to pick our own
And fill glass jars with jam as sweet as smiles
And cover them with greaseproof held down with rubber bands
Well worth the walking of those country miles

Delicious scented lavender fair tulips in the spring
Remind you of the way I used to be
And I will wait for you with Jack until we all are home
The bluebell woods to walk as family