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Bluebell Wood was always heaven
And I would spend so much time there
Even being only seven
We knew a paradise so fair,
Times of innocently playing
Often when it was not raining,
Those bluebells grew in clumps so small
A wonder they were seen at all.
Then one day with playful banter
Each from his village neighbourhood
As we approached our verdant wood
A sign proclaimed: ‘Do Not Enter!’
Stopping suddenly in our tracks
We lachrymosely turned our backs.



A Pushkinian Sonnet: Lines 1,3,5,6,9 & 12 have a feminine rhyme, the others being masculine & an ABABCCDDEFFEGG rhyme scheme. Traditionally it has an eight syllable count (four Iambic feet) per line. I am not so sure the form translates well to a Germanic language like English.