Reading
I play with sunbeams and my friend
until these moments come to end.
Again my open book will send
me to the places of world's end.
When day is done and last page read,
I go to pillow and to bed.
Dreams to daylight as night is shed
and I to bright, new places led.
When night has come, I'm off the hook
and I'll return to read my book.
Looking forward to cozy nook,
serious words, some gobbledygook.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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