A Sea of Colour

In the corner of the field Nothing ever seemed to grow, The soil there too hard to yield, So no seed did the farmer sow. The winds though brought a visitor, Who found the corner to its taste. It set roots to pierce the soil, Too sheltered there, to go to waste. And so it grew to be revealed, Its seeds now spreading far and wide. Spring brought forth a sea of colour As bluebells, claimed the countryside. Entry for ANOTHER 2017 STUNNER - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier. 17/4/2018. Placed 2nd. (First posted 9/24/2017)