Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
There is never a sight more beautiful
Or so amazing than that of a tree,
In summer with branches and leaves so full
With gently swaying boughs for all to see.
Married villages emptied to the call.
Young single men from well-worn towns
Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki.
They changed their hob nailed working boots
The week after the funeral the house was cleared
Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off,
The polished sideboard and dining room table,
The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie
My silver charm waits upon your desire
As I stand and wait patiently for you.
‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart
Since it slowed to a miniscule beat
To see with my eyes the face of the world
And say ‘hello’ to all I greet.
No matter how hard we tried
We couldn't stop their use
Despite all that had died
By such an evil abuse.
Cherry blossom fell like confetti
In the wind, but there was no bride
Or groom only a pair of robins
On the grass beneath the cherry tree.
At eight o'clock as the sun
Dipped below the rooftops
I sat in the garden with a
Coffee laced with Scotch.