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
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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