A Haven Of Blue (The Bluebell) Poem by john (called jack) wren

A Haven Of Blue (The Bluebell)



Fill my dream with bluebells
And I'll be happy and gay,
Then on my face you'll see a smile
When I awake in May.

To adore these clustered bonnets
Fluttering in the breeze,
Between primrose and stitchwort
Who shelter by their knees.

They cover every brae and lea
In a mighty ocean of blue,
Which the inland breeze teases
Into waves of breathtaking hue.

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