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        BLUEBELLS AND SNOWDROPS
Bluebells grow in shaded glens and upon wooded hills,
The snowdrop appear at the same time near little rills
Where many mighty trees protect these delicate flowers,
And I love to wander where they grow in spring showers.

Have you ever seen a hillside that is alive with vivid blue?
As though the sky had gently fell to come and visit you,
Sat and listened for the tiny bells to so gently, softly ring,
And the returning birds happily all join them and sing.

Who cannot love the snowdrop that first fight the cold,
It’s delicate beauty and sweet fragrance to smell and behold.
Now if you gather them together in a vase placed quite high,
It’s like a blue sky and white clouds gently floating by.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 March 2004