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