Everyone wants to go to Blue Bell Woods <br />it’s safe and it’s clean and it’s just so very pretty. <br />Quiet, hushed, not a movement or sound; in this <br />dreamy, floating, lavender blue, scented flower city. <br />A moving sapphire blanket as far as the eye can see. <br />Neatly folded onto a murmuring light summer breeze. <br /> <br />Swaying, shifting, shimmying, and rippling over me. <br />A myriad of silken blue bells softly touching my hands, <br />and chiming at my feet; stroking my motionless face. <br />A calm, tranquil, soothing, heavenly, lavender touch. <br />I can still remember how I loved it so very much. <br />Being alone, vanished in this quiet peaceful place. <br /> <br />Lying there flat, still, silent, just gazing up at the skies; <br />watching a queue of misshapen clouds drifting by. <br />Bumping and colliding dodging one into the next. <br />The clouds or the bells, I don’t know which I loved best. <br />Small hands stretched out, fingers reaching, touching, <br /> holding; the wonderful magic of the moment. <br /> <br />Eyes tight shut then open again, wide with surprise, <br />As I glance at the buffeting clouds and the tiny bells. <br />Savouring the sight, the silvery sound, the never- <br />ending skies; the faintest of fragrant lovely smells. <br />No-one around only me, a little girl lost in thought; <br />alone in the perfect enchantment of Blue Bell Woods. <br /> <br />It is late, I really should be going home now for tea, <br />my mother will be looking for me. For a second I <br />sit and I wonder could I stay just a little while longer? <br />If only I could spend one more everlasting moment in <br />Blue Bell Woods. Then I stir and I remember, I am <br />grown up now; my little girl will be waiting for me.<br /><br />Deborah White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebell-woods/
