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 ...
What is the present going to be, and whom is it for.
What does it cost and where was it bought.
We wander down several avenues and climb many hills
Literally and metaphorically.
We search, and continue searching, we seek but do we look.
There is so much choice, oh what to do.
Searching for a present is like finding our way through life.
We have an idea, and choose a path.
We give life our best shot, we buy what we think somebody wants.