The Bluebell

by Frank Maguire
(England)

As I climbed the hill and walked the dale
As I ambled through the glen
In the early hours of misty morn
This tale I once did pen
I saw a sight so wondrous
As the sun shone on the dell
I witnessed such a sight to see
The birth of a bluebell

Appearing from a craggy rock
With heather laced around
The bluebell looked unto the sky
And knelt up from the ground
She raised her frame majestically
Her stalk so firm and true
She swayed awhile among the breeze
As bluebells often do

Her face adorned the mountain side
Such a fragrance filled the air
Petals formed from perfect blue
Such beauty beyond compare
I marvelled at her presence
As she stood so gracefully
Attracting such an audience
And the biggest honey bee

As evening fell, the mist returned
And the sun was shining red
The bluebell thanked her audience
And slowly bowed her head
Retreating to her craggy rock
With heather laced around
She closed her eyes as darkness fell
And lay down on the ground

I stood awhile in total awe
My smile was so wide
For what I saw, I recollect
My joy was hard to hide
I bid her thanks and fond goodbye
As I ambled from the dell
Such a sight I saw beyond compare
The birth of a bluebell


© Frank Maguire 2008