You walked towards me, through a field strewn with Bluebells <br />Yet not one blossom was crushed. <br /> <br />You were dressed in white linen, sewn with pretty Seashells <br />Only your voice now was hushed.<br /><br />Shirley.R. Simpkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebells-and-seashells/
