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My O So Tis I recall the blue bells so well and how when you'd mown the long lawn only a day before, they rose as though a wizard's wand had been waved over the mulch in the night. Some wizard you'd suppose, who was too fond of blue bells to have them rot in the ground solely to push up more of the green lawn. (Or should we say it's just the way of things?) Blue bells I mean, spread wider for being mown than if they'd not been touched by the blade. Standing in a glinting morning dew seeing so much of eyed blue on that field of green I was thinking maybe I'd pick a few (not so easy as you'll know if you try) or more than a few - enough say, when woven to make a sky of garland or cape. I dreamed of laying it upon you then and imagined how beautiful you'd be draped in blue bells. You'd then, like some Mary have been the flower magic lies hidden in. by Brian Magner Jr.October 23, 1956 - April 28, 2001 Dearly loved son of Marilyn and the late Brian Sr. Loved by Ginette and their daughter Genevieve; Jane and their son Adrian. Also lovingly remembered by siblings Anne Colaiezzi, Sigle Skeries, and Mark, Niall, John and Colm Magner. Rest in peace dear Bri. Donations can be made in Brian Magner's memory to the Canadian Authors Association, c/o Alec McEachern, Administrator, PO Box 419, Campbellford, ON. Ottawa Citizen, May 03, 2001