"Soon, spring will be upon us once more, enabling so many memories, dreams and aspirations to be reborn. This poem was inspired by a single line I once read that was written by the American author and naturalist, Hal Borland, who died in 1978, when he said, 'No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn.'
'Bluebell Wood' by William Forde.
'Enchanted woodland of the spring
bring magic carpet on thy wing.
Crown grass and trees in ground of blue,
smell sweet aroma of morning dew.
Grow wild the flowers amid the trees,
and let birds sing within cool breeze.
Make this new spring my first new spring,
show astonishment in everything.
Where buds do not forget to bloom
and bluebells carpet Nature's room.
Where butterflies flit and flutter
and dandelions turn chins to butter.
Know this as being Nature's balm,
restore new life to winter's calm.
Oh, let no winter last forever,
and let no springtime miss its turn.
Let the spring of lovers blossom,
oh,let the flame of sweet love burn.'
Life is precious and life's so good
enjoy it more in Bluebell Wood.'
William Forde: Copyright March 7th, 2018.
'Bluebell Wood' by William Forde.
'Enchanted woodland of the spring
bring magic carpet on thy wing.
Crown grass and trees in ground of blue,
smell sweet aroma of morning dew.
Grow wild the flowers amid the trees,
and let birds sing within cool breeze.
Make this new spring my first new spring,
show astonishment in everything.
Where buds do not forget to bloom
and bluebells carpet Nature's room.
Where butterflies flit and flutter
and dandelions turn chins to butter.
Know this as being Nature's balm,
restore new life to winter's calm.
Oh, let no winter last forever,
and let no springtime miss its turn.
Let the spring of lovers blossom,
oh,let the flame of sweet love burn.'
Life is precious and life's so good
enjoy it more in Bluebell Wood.'
William Forde: Copyright March 7th, 2018.