The Book Sale
The book sale happens once a year;
I stock up when I go.
The choices wait in boxes,
Alphabetically, by row.
I search for larger paperbacks
(The ones considered "trade"),
Although they cost as much
As all the hardbacks there displayed.
My son says, "Get a Kindle"
But I love a book in hand,
A feeling that I know that many
Others understand.
Today they had the book sale
And I carted off my treasures,
So now I have the reads I need
For many summer pleasures.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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