The Book
I open the door to pleasure,
to see what I treasure.
I walk slowly past,
my hand trailing,
looking at last,
not failing
This towering wall,
is calling me,
inviting me,
planting the seed.
Urging me to read
and I answer that call
These narrow cloisters,
my hunting ground.
Seeking that elusive book,
for I search and look
for what needs to be found
No need to explore,
final frontiers,
open the book,
take a look,
you will see more
For you travel far,
in a book,
further than any distant star,
go on! take a look!
Your imagination travels to a distant land,
tall mountains,
rolling sea,
warm breeze.
all this,you hold in your hand
For books are the soul
in which our imaginations play a role
Your eyes caress every page,
the story untold,
turn the leaf,
let your imagination unfold
These books hold,
terror,fire,
ice and cold
also warmth and wit,
enough for a laughing fit
A book can hold such emotion,
touch you deep,
tighten your grip,
bite your lip,
make you weep.
Such a cocktail!
Such a potion!
To change the world,
for the book wields enormous power,
my imagination,uncurled
My speed of thought,
takes me far,
further than anything my teachers have taught,
past any galaxy or distant star
For the love of books,
I search crannies and nooks,
for I will travel,I wage,
for when I open the first page.
I do not need to try,
for I am transported,
no need to fly
This book I hold,
lets my imagination unfold.
This beautiful thing,
let its words ring
and the joy it can bring
In my book I can be anything,
from sea
to bubbling brook,
I lose my being,
I take another look.
So much to be,
so much to see
For what is written,
you are smitten,
to travel far,
past galaxy and distant star
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