Bluebell Lane Revisited  And Bluebell Lane is now all overgrown, the glories, offered once, long drowned in mud. Things once in bloom shall never more be shown the child so sure of sin that he atones in readiness at facing adulthood, and Bluebell Lane is now all overgrown. Of all the simple pleasures soon outgrown there's few that I had wished I'd kept for good, things once in bloom shall never more be shown. I hide like vital undiscovered bones obscured amongst the thicket of the wood, and Bluebell Lane is now all overgrown, yet through the winter's snow and harsh hailstone I could have sworn I witnessed you in bud; things once in bloom shall never more be shown. For you, my love, I should let it be known you still race through my veins, so much bad blood. And Bluebell Lane is now all overgrown, things once in bloom shall never more be shown. Brett Evans If you've any thoughts about this poem, please share them with Brett Evans.