Bluebells
“A garden should be natural-seeming, with wild sections, including a large area of bluebells.” So writes Dianna Wynne Jones in her novel, “Wizard’s castle”. At Vinehall, in the woods on the edge of our grounds, we are lucky to have beautiful bluebell woods in bloom right now. Year 4 have been exploring the bluebell woods intrepidly this week.
This formed the inspiration for some fantastic poetry (see extracts below) where pupils reflected about what they could see, hear, feel and touch.
Bluebells form a delicate carpet
Lightly swaying in the breeze
Under the beautiful beech trees
Elegant flowers drooping slowly … (Charlie P)
Bluebells are tiny, delicate and sweet
Little in size, gorgeous in nature
Under my big fat clumpety feet.
Everlasting, sadly not
Beautiful scent wafting up to me
Even on windy days … (Lucy P)
Everywhere I see little bluebells
Bluebells lightly swaying in the breeze
Every bluebell is special
Little bluebells – sorry I stood on you … (Harriet W)
I could see thousands of bright blue
Bluebells … they smelt like perfume.
I was surrounded in bluebells
I loved every moment of being there
It felt amazing
They were so small,
Smaller than a new-born baby. (Sebastian B)
