
Sing like the sea shell
A story to tell
White horses that ride
On the waves high tide
Wind whistle the bells
The chiming dispels
Thoughts that we hide
Now freely confide

A place of texture
The river’s fallen rain
The moss cover stones
Torrents, in the fast lane
The trees tempered bark
The leaves fallen to ground
The every morning dew
The grass grown all around
The rocks on the banks
That glisten smooth in sun
That shines in the waters
Until the moon beam comes
I am posting this evening to tell you all that an article I have written has been published amongst the nursing community on a website here in the UK, called @WeNurses. I wanted to share this with you all.
http://wenurses.co.uk/CommunityBlog/
A wooden staircase
Daisies dancing in the breeze
Spring on board, in place
(Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Wood/Spring)
Curves conjure the mind,
A bridge, two roads, seek and find,
Join together, bind.