Blue Bell

Two brothers made
something to be enjoyed.
A cold tasty treat
you should never avoid.

Fresh eggs from the farm,
milk from the dairy
and the end result
is now legendary.

Yummy ice cream
made for the masses.
Working together
to make their batches.

The best in the country;
none going to waste.
Known as the one
with exceptional taste.

Named from a flower
along the countryside.
Blue Bell is its name
reaching far and wide.

Poem by Mark Shields – © 04-13-2017
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