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Bluebells

Bluebells Blue carpeted greenwood glade, Leaves spread on the forest floor. Under tall woodland trees displayed, English bluebells by the score. Blue bells bloom when old Winter's spent. Evening air filled with heady scent Long remembered of seasons past. Laying in woods where we would go, Sylvan spaces where bluebells grow. 14/06/2016

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Suzanne Delaney

Date: 9/18/2016 8:22:00 PM

I love bluebells. Your acrostic poem describes them perfectly. Cheers, SuZ

Barry Stebbings
Date: 9/19/2016 10:10:00 AM

Thank you, Suzanne. Barry

Sandra Haight

Date: 6/20/2016 8:09:00 PM

A lovely Acrostic with nice rhymes, Barry. I enjoyed reading your poem tonight! 7 Sandra

Barry Stebbings
Date: 6/21/2016 8:54:00 AM

Thank you for reading my work, Sandra, and for the 7. Pleased you enjoyed it. Barry.

Francine Roberts

Date: 6/14/2016 8:19:00 AM

love this , love anything that makes me think of spring . rhyming acrostics are always the best acrostics. that profile pic looks just like my cat ( who's fired) except for the glasses

Barry Stebbings
Date: 6/14/2016 4:24:00 PM

Thank you Francine