Jack Horne Poet Rhyme

Bluebell Woods

I walked into the lonely wood,
And stared about the place I stood:
The beauty of the tree-lined glade,
With shafts of light that pierced the shade,
All filled me with a sense of awe -
The bluebell carpet best of all!

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Michelle Smith June 8, 2024 at 7:56 AM Nice! A “simply believe” kind of moment :)

Zzzzz Zzzzz June 15, 2011 at 2:01 AM Nicely expressed poem. It bears some similarities (in different form) to the first poem I posted on the Soup. But then, writers of poetry often share similar sensibilities. Regards, Robert.

James Fraser March 11, 2011 at 1:19 AM This takes me back to a poem I wrote also about the Bluebells Jack. What a most beautiful carpet they give to grace our eyes. Quite remarkable really. Lovely poem indeed, have a lovely weekend....:)

Carolyn Devonshire March 9, 2011 at 7:38 AM What a beautiful woodland area this must be, Jack. Thank you for sharing this wonderful sight with us. Love, Carolyn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 9, 2011 at 7:00 AM Vivid visuals Jack in this lovely write.. a forebearer of Spring weather yet to come luv..

Andrea Dietrich March 9, 2011 at 12:19 AM that bluebell carpet sounds so lovely!

Francine Roberts March 8, 2011 at 11:35 AM that sounds just lovely, hopefully spring will arrive one day and I'll see a friggin bluebell again ( bitter?? who me)