Blue Bell

"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live 

without love."

~ Max Muller ~

"Path Through the Blue Bell Forest" by Jonathan Buckley

Over the storied mountains high, and the land down below

Where the green fields smile, and the pretty flowers glow

I saw there upon that knotted hill, a blue bell in a window sill

My how she shined, and brought glimmers to the eye

She wore a elegant bonnet, as blue as the sky

And when she sang for the very first time, I knew she would be mine.

My heart fluttered a step to her beautiful grace

And as my heart raced towards he vanilla lace

A hop scotch here to the most wonderful a tune

I bent a knee befuddled like a loon.

“Oh marry me my blue bell

For you are surely a princess

And I could be your prince.”

She didn't take one look or even stare

As she whipped yellow threads of hair

Like a lash to the face, and I full of disgrace

That my blue bell would no longer sing.

“Oh marry me my blue bell

For I am just a toad

Upon a lily pad made of stone

For I have squandered your beauty.”

She dropped down from the window

As I caught her in my hands

And we went merrily merrily

To the meadow as woman and man.

Over the storied mountains high, and the land down below

Where the green fields smile, and the pretty flowers glow

I saw there upon that knotted hill, a blue bell in a window sill

There I plucked her not from boldness or charm

But because I was human rather than a dog.

Quote: "Hath no fury like a woman's scorn."