The Old Bookshop

I enter, the smell hits me, Old oak floors and shelves, Walking into a labyrinth Into which I can delve. I can lose myself for hours, In each work of art. From cover sleeve to pages, They really cheer my heart. Travel books can take me To lands across the sea, Awakening my senses, Really inspiring me. I browse the self help books, The ones on life and healing, How to get what you want, Cope with how you're feeling. Then the history books grab me, The rustle of each page, Words that speak to me From another age. Biographies and memoirs Of famous people, celebrities Tell me of their lives, Arousing curiosity. I move on to hobbies, Cooking, crafts and sport, Photography and gardening, Expertise of every sort. There's shelves full of Sci-fi Business and economics, Study guides to aid exams And books for teaching phonics. I love to peruse fiction, Absorb all the blurb, Tales of mystery and romance, Fantasy in every word. I'm excited by the poetry, The lyrics poems and rhymes, Some are very special, I could read them a million times. The children's sections glorious, A real treasure chest, Beautiful picture books Are the ones that I love best. You cannot beat the feeling Of fingers around a book, The tactility of each page Just makes you want to look. The Old Bookshop is my haven, I love to be inside, My one and only problem, My purchase....I can't decide! Went to my local independent book shop today....my idea of heaven!