The Book
A cozy wrap and the patter of rain
Curled up by the fire with a book
A fine way to spend some quiet time
In these precious hours so much to gain
With a book you might fly away
To travel the world or the heavens
You might solve a dark mystery
Or with some magical mermaids play
The written word is gift without measure
And so it has been throughout time
It speaks of our past and our future
The book is surely something to treasure..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2019
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