The Book Lover
THE BOOK LOVER
Some women pine for silks and pearls
Some shop away their hours
But I’ve a book-hound in my blood
Preferring books to flowers
Each page I touch With loving hand
I trace the print snug there
The whitest page grants me delight
The yellow brings despair
The old bookshops on dusty streets
Are storehouses of dreams
They guard the dancing continents
And trolls that bridge the streams
And for each story hidden there
Mid pages silken glories
An offering of bouncing tales
replace bland bedtime stories
And on this paper
Fine or rough
my fingers gently roam
Safely in these books I find my place--
And build myself a home.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Juja, Kenya
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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