My hundred thousand bells of blue,
The splendour of the Spring,
They carpet the woods anew
With royalty of sapphire hue;
But surely as I am King!
Ah yes,
The peerless Woodland King!
Loud, loud the thrushes sing their song;
The Bluebell woods are wide;
My stems are tall and straight and strong;
From ugly streets the children throng,
They gather armfuls, great and long,
Then home they troop in pride
Ah yes,
With laughter and with pride!
(The beautiful poetry of Cicely Mary Barker)
All copyright of the estate of C M Barker
I grow Spanish Bluebells in my garden as you can no longer buy English Bluebells in Australia
Incidentally Scotland has a different Bluebell which is protected by the Scottish government. I used to visit a Bluebell woods as a child near property my grandparents owned across from the Covananters graveyard in Netherton.
