First I saw them through the trees <br /> And knew that I should bend my knees <br /> At such a sight, before unseen, <br /> Of bells a'dancing near the stream, <br /> Stroked with love by the morning dew, <br /> In a copse of silvery blue. <br /> I shall take them home with me, <br /> Vivid in my memory, <br /> Like an early morning dream, <br /> Those dancing bluebells near the stream. <br /> The Clocktower Greengrocer If you're wary of sub-standard greengroceries <br /> Be assured that John will not serve you with these, <br /> For ev'rything's fresh as the dew of the morn <br /> That he sees, when he travels each weekday at dawn, <br /> On his mission to choose from the best on view, <br /> When he stands at the head of the market queue.<br /><br />Elizabeth Atkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-bells/
