Something To Read
The red brick stands, beckoning, where
I'm met with cool library air
A rush of hushed murmers provide
Relief from the hot, noisy outside
The graceful rounded stairway looks
On treasures in the form of books
The romance where pages begin
I know like I know my own skin
When I need heroes to believe
They call me from biographies
When I'm craving ghostly shivers
Stephen King always delivers
When perplexing murder's on the loose
Holmes and Poirot decode the clues
When my remedy's a love story
Nicholas Sparks is the man for me
When I'm seeking poetic wit
Dorothy Parker's my ticket
This, my quiet joy, is all I need
A comfy chair and something to read
7/30/22
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2022
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