Barry Stebbings Poet Acrostic

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 September 18, 2016 at 8:22 PM I love bluebells. Your acrostic poem describes them perfectly. Cheers, SuZ Barry Stebbings September 19, 2016 at 10:10 AM Thank you, Suzanne. Barry

Sandra Haight June 20, 2016 at 8:09 PM A lovely Acrostic with nice rhymes, Barry. I enjoyed reading your poem tonight! 7 Sandra Barry Stebbings June 21, 2016 at 8:54 AM Thank you for reading my work, Sandra, and for the 7. Pleased you enjoyed it. Barry.

Francine Roberts June 14, 2016 at 8:19 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 June 14, 2016 at 4:24 PM Thank you Francine