A POEM A DAY - BLUEBELL SEA





As the bluebells in northern woods start to fade I remember my walks in Warwickshire. In Crackley Woods with my parents and children, in Berkswell near my childhood home and in Wainbody Wood with my dear friend. They remain a sweet thorn of loss as the pleasure of the memories and the beauty of the scenes shared by so many is tinged with sadness that I will never share them with my parents again. 

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