A lovely poem --there are certainly lessons in courage to be learned in a meadow.
yes, there are ... :) Thank you, Geo.
The photo is glorious. Combined with your words, it suggests that courage and forbearance don't have to express themselves forcefully, or even combatively. Translucent and delicate, the bluebell blooms on.
Thank you so much for this beautiful response. Just beautiful, Linda.
'In and out those dusty bluebells..' is a street song in Glasgow. Girls sing it in playgrounds. Is it familiar in the US??
Not that I'm aware of, Tony ... I'm afraid our playground songs lacked the beauty this one seems to have ... :)
In and out those dusty bluebellsIn and out those dusty bluebellsIn and out those dusty bluebellsI am the masterTip a rip a rapper on my shoulderTIp a rip a rapper on your shoulderTip a rip a rapper on my shoulderI am the master.In and out those dusty bluebellsIn and out those dusty bluebellsIn and out those dusty bluebellsI am the master.Pretty sure that's it. The Glasgow girls have a dance they do to it.
this is new to me ... thnank you for coming back with it ... :)
The fittest survives the odds, in pain they still gain, in pleasure they don't drown...they remain above all, living the life as it comes. Superb.
What a wonderfully insightful response .... I'm so grateful ... thank you very much.
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