THE BOOK LOVER

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

                                     THE BOOK LOVER

                        Some women pine for silks and pearls
                        Some shop away their hours
                        But I’ve a book-hound in my blood
                        Preferring books to flowers

                        Each page I touch With loving hand
                        I trace the print snug there
                        The whitest page grants me delight
                        The yellow brings despair

                        The old bookshops on dusty streets
                        Are storehouses of dreams
                        They guard the dancing continents
                        And trolls that bridge the streams

                         And for each story hidden there
                         Mid pages silken glories
                         An offering of bouncing tales
                         replace bland bedtime stories

                        And on this paper
                        Fine or rough
                        my fingers gently roam
                        Safely in these books I find my place--
                        And build myself a home.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Juja, Kenya