A Walk in the Woods
A host of bluebells met our gaze,
As in the ancient woods we walked;
The garlic scented well-worn ways,
And silenced any need to talk.
Looking up we stood in awe
Of flower carpets 'shades of blue;
In the distance, mists of more
Enveloped things of different hue.
Spellbound and overcome,we carried on,
Up to the top of the magic hill;
On looking round we are thrilled to find,
The downward view was lovelier still.
We hope,with luck ,we'll come back here,
To where pure beauty grows sublime.
Where Nature's gifts we hold so dear,
Will make us thankful for that time.