I hope everyone is looking forward to the weekend.
This weeks poem is by Laura Mucha. Mucha is an ex-lawyer and award-winning poet, writer and speaker.
The Land of Blue Across the valley, it waits for you, a place they call The Land of Blue. It's far and near, it's strange yet known - and in this land, you'll feel alone, you might feel tears roll down your cheek, you might feel wobbly, weary, weak. I know this won't sound fun to you - it's not - this is The Land of Blue. It's blue - not gold or tangerine, it's dark - not light, not bright or clean. It's blue- and when you leave, you'll see the crackly branches of the tree, the golden skies, the purring cat, the piercing eyes, the feathered het and all the other things that come when you escape from feeling glum. Across the valley, it waits for you, a place they call The Land of Blue and going there will help you know how others feel when they feel low. Laura Mucha