Trapped – Earth Those Who Stand Alone Stand Strong

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Those who stand alone stand strong. Bronte finds comfort and strength in the woods.

Find out why in Hidden – The Hidden Saga – Book 1.

For an emotional feast this Christmas, hit the elements with Hidden – The Hidden Saga Book 1 is out and available to buy on Amazon –

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Allow me to take you on an emotional roller coaster with this young adult urban fantasy. Step into the world of Bronte Hughes and open a door that just won’t close. For secrets, discovery danger and mystery, pick up your copy today. Don’t forget to share your thoughts and leave me a review on Amazon. I can’t wait to read your reviews.

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Serina Hartwell Author of Hidden–The Hidden Saga Book 1
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The Young Ones

Many years ago, I used to work in a special school with severely disabled children and young people, so when I came across this, it was something really special to me and close to my heart. It was easy to see the disability and miss the person.The students I worked with had conditions that ranged across the board, but lay at the severe end. Some students could only communicate through their eyes, because they didn’t have the ability to speak, but their eyes told a thousand stories and I knew that many were simply trapped inside their own bodies, unable to let me know how they felt.

Take a look at this. It’s powerful and moving and took me back to some of my hardest, but most powerful memories and I wanted to share this with you.

Many of my former students have since passed. Their conditions dictating their untimely end, but I hope in some way that I helped, along with my colleagues, to make their short time a little brighter. This is for them. To remember them.

Serina Hartwell – Author Hidden – Book 1 of The Hidden Saga
http://www.serinahartwell.com/

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)

The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

Photo: When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.<br />
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.</p>
<p>One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.</p>
<p>And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.</p>
<p>Cranky Old Man</p>
<p>What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?<br />
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?<br />
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,<br />
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?<br />
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.<br />
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'<br />
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.<br />
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?<br />
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,<br />
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?<br />
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?<br />
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.<br />
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,<br />
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.<br />
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,<br />
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another<br />
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet<br />
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.<br />
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.<br />
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.<br />
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.<br />
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.<br />
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,<br />
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.<br />
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,<br />
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.<br />
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,<br />
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.<br />
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.<br />
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.<br />
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.<br />
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.<br />
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.<br />
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.<br />
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.<br />
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.<br />
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,<br />
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells<br />
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.<br />
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.<br />
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.<br />
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.<br />
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.<br />
Not a cranky old man .<br />
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!</p>
<p>Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!</p>
<p>PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)</p>
<p>The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

 

A little introduction – Serina Hartwell – Author of The Hidden Saga

Serina Hartwell - Author

Serina Hartwell – Author

A little introduction. My name is Serina Hartwell. I am a poet, blogger, amateur photographer and author. I finally made my writing dream become a reality when I released my first book in April 2014. Hidden – Book 1 of The Hidden Saga was my writing debut. It was released on April 15th through my publisher – World Castle Publishing, and can be bought in more places than I ever imagined it would be.

It has been such an exciting roller coaster ride since launching, Hidden, that I find my world has completely changed for the better. With my head still spinning at the speed of how things have progressed over the last couple of months I have set about writing the second in the series, Trapped – Book 2 of The Hidden Saga, so look out for my notifications and updates.

You can find those notifications along with lots more of my work on my blog – https://serinahartwell.info/about/, which includes my poetry, my amateur photography and many blogs about how I became a writer. Take a look and follow me to keep up to date with what I’m doing.

I am most places these days, so check out my website – http://www.serinahartwell.com/

You can follow me on the site you prefer by following the links to all my other pages on my ‘Follow Me’ page.  I put a lot of my ground work up there that inspired me to write The Hidden Saga, so step into my world and let me take you on a journey…

Allow me to introduce you to Bronte Hughes. Follow her journey to finding out what her family secret is in this epic fantasy story.

Serina Hartwell – Author of The Hidden Saga

http://www.amazon.com/Serina-Hartwell/e/B00JOOKH06/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Supressed

Supressed

Supressed

I see the thirst behind your eyes,

The ambition that dwells within,

Waiting to escape its confines,

It sits there trapped within.

Always looking for an outlet,

An opportunity managed your way,

For a new chapter to begin,

Keep trying, it will happen someday.

Like the rising of an established flame,

You try to supress your needs,

You do it for those around you,

But need serves to hinder your way.

Stop waiting for that day to come,

And start to make it happen,

Take your ideas out of the box,

And watch them shape your day.

Soon your exit will be illuminated,

Hard work will line your path,

Creativity will be supressed no longer,

And reward will ensue at last.

So pick up a pen and a piece of paper,

A note pad, computer, telephone,

Go do your research and preparation,

Cause one day you’ll need them no more.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

http://www.worldcastlepublishing.com/author-serina-hartwell.html

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