And What Of The Wood?

The Blue Bells rang in joyous chime,

Daffodils joined in trumped tune.

The forests heralded the changing clime

Woods creatures eyed the dipping moon.



Then all became alive that glorious morn

When the little one's came to play,

Along secret paths in the new days dawn

Laughing to the music heralding the day.



Green the trees did sway to the tuneful sound,

The brook in playful flowing abandon.

Did ripple and tumble the leaves it had found,

Over stones and rushes stems at random.



While clouds did plow across a sea of sky,

Ships of the heavens slowly sailing.

To destinations helped by the breezes soft sigh

The master at their helm ne'r failing.



Two turtledoves did coo on oak tree branch,

Foretelling a day of fine weather.

And Midges hovering together in merry dance,

Grouse building nests in the heather.



The local farm boy singing his merry lay

As through the wood he goes.

On one shoulder bread and cheese for the day,

The other he carries his hoes.

And What Of The Wood?
You carry out the musical, rythmic vein with-shall one say-extraordinary consistency over the course of the lines and verses. I find it pleasing.
Reply:Would that I could...be in that wood!
Reply:i like this poem it, is

happy and refreshing.

need a more lighter title:

THE BLUE BELLS



laney
Reply:A fine poem! I enjoyed it. Such vivid imagery. I thought I could close my eyes and be there in the wood.

sandals