David Wood Poems
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Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.
Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.
Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its ...
You've had lunch at one O'clock
You've sat for an hour daydreaming
And now you are out for the afternoon stroll
There is no finer time of day, you've chucked
Off the cold morning, standing under the shower,
Feeding the dog and breakfast ending with dirty
Dishes in the sink waiting patiently