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Never had I seen bluebells as I'd seen that year -
Way up Ladder Hill, the first turn - you'd have known the way.
Like a carpet spread as far as the eye could see,
Whilst new leaves came upon each tree.
The light
The dappled light
Softly shaded below the evening sun
The sweetest sight you'd ever have seen -
A rich spread of purple bells,
And the air still, but for the sound
Of unburdened birds,
And the gentle woosh of supple swaying bowers.

Returning home the blossom petals
Falling like silent tears
Reminded me that you'd never seen the bluebells
The finest of all our years

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