Wednesday, 30 April 2014
I took a walk . . . over hill and dale,
across meadow and stile,
to the place where an old Oak stood . . .
and there . . . beneath it's branches lay
a sight magnificent and pure,
the splendour of a bluebell wood . . .
A carpet filled with blue and green
blanketing all within it's path
as far as the eye could see . . .
A heavenly gift . . .
from a heavenly realm . . .
for just such as you and me . . .
I bent my ear unto the ground . . .
for I thought that I could hear
Amidst the whisper of the breeze,
beneath that canopy of trees . . .
a faint . . . and holy sound
a million little tinkles
which brought me to my knees . . .
upon that cool damp ground
on that sunny day . . . beneath that tree . . .
in a beautiful blue hazed symphony
in the cathedral of
the bluebell wood . . .
~Marie Rayner ®
Just a bit on nonsensical poetry from me today. It's not even really that good. But I wanted to share . . .
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Sticky Bangers with Buttermilk and Chive Mash. So good!
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
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