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 hat

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 from Being Me: Poems About Thoughts, Worries and Feelings. Otter-Barry 2021