Colours of Bluebells

I am going to paint a picture of bluebells in a field Will try to convert this view into words as it yields Its meandering path through flowers so deep Past a stream that looks gold from the noon day heat A slight incline makes the journey go slow The heady perfume sets your senses aglow Inhaling deeply perfume swims inside your head Intoxicatingly lovely, a smell never to forget....... A lonesome tree throwing out some shade To sit and peruse the scenery ahead Hills of gold from the rapeseed grown upon A smidgen of cloud seeming to puff and begone I am alone in this beautiful place Now captured on canvas, I have just the space In my study it will hang as I sit at my desk Will remember this day when nature put my art to the test. Penned 24/06/2014