I am transported back
To a distant place and time
When I was only twelve
The world was changing
And I saw it with new eyes
And I recall her sweet face
When I first saw her in the wood
Gathering wild bluebells
Sun shinning on the golden strands
Of her silken hair
As it danced on her shoulders
The beautiful bluebell girl
Moved about the wood
Then she stopped and noticed me
Deep blue eyes smiling at me
In the innocence of childhood
And she captured my heart
Though twenty years have passed
She keeps it still

Comments
skinner_jennifer | July 19, 2010 - 11:29
Is this your wife you are talking about?
You certainly have a beautiful way with words, she
must be a very lucky lady.
Jenny
Biggus | July 19, 2010 - 12:41
Thanks Jenny - No its not about my wife nor indeed anyone else it was just from my head.
But my wife is still lucky lol
Paul
Cavalcaderl | July 19, 2010 - 20:17
new Biggus
Yes,I thought the same
as Jenny at first,cos:
I often read into the poems
and I am wrong,can be right.
Enjoyed this,reminded me of
Bluebell picking to.
julie
Biggus | July 19, 2010 - 21:39
Thanks Julie