Bluebell Walk
"Ladies dressed in gowns of blue, you've slept the winter season through.
Wake and take your pride of place, as maids of honour, maids of grace.
Ladies of the glades, arise and wipe the sleep dust from your eyes.
Maidens, with your rich, blue hue, replenish woodlands and renew
Winter's carpet of golden leaves, and nod your heads beneath the trees."
- Josie Whitehead