An acrostic poem written after a summer stroll down the Trent and Mersey canal in Staffordshire. This poem is available printed in full colour and framed for £5 inc FREE postage in the UK
Forever I will recall
A summer stroll in Stoke
In Blue Bell Wood beside the cut
Resided little folk
I caught a glimpse so briefly
Each one with wings of gold
Sat upon a buttercup
In sunshine bright and bold
Now many think it’s wishful
But I know that it’s true
Underneath the willow branch
Reveals a world of few
So pause and look around you
Let imagination bloom
Each and every fairy tale
May live next door to you
By Stephen Harvey
Blue Bell Woods is a fictional name for a small wood alongside the Trent and Mersey canal near to Burslem, the historic heart of the pottery industry. A truly magical place that is the ideal place to spot fairies.
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