Quit the Bookshops
Double I'll grow, he says, if quit the books,
Throw the books and head towards brooks,
I will quit the books, leave this forlorn queue,
Rush to a wood, and lie beneath a yew.
I'll quit this queue that runs to a bookshop,
Retreat to a wood and dwell on a hilltop.
I'll quit this bookshop, the dusty graveyard,
The rusty bookstore, the tempting junkyard.
I'll quit the books and retreat to a wood,
Sit beneath trees, teachers in my childhood,
Lie beside brooks and listen to their hymns,
The blissful tunes that finetuned my whims.
In green wood, the "Green Ever" bookstore,
I'll be merrier than in this junkyard, for
Double heart will grow, brighter mind will glow,
Softly the wind will blow; to a wood I’ll go.
Inspired by William Wordsworth's "The Tables Turned"
March 19, 2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 20) Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2021
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