As a little girl She was told that one day When she was much older and retired She would have time to read All the time she wanted But she reckoned That even if she started young And read all the time And lived to be old It wouldn’t be enough time But she tried … Continue reading "The Reader"
A library seems random Unless it is your own: The taken paths to get those books, Haphazard and unknown. Enthusiasms come and go, We swim in different waters; At times we nearly (almost) drown, And others, splash like otters — We find ourselves, or find that we Are not quite who we thought; Or lose … Continue reading "Your Library"
Her favorite pasttime.
Others might be like me Maybe I can be a leader; Confessing I was weekly hooked By (yes) the Weekly Reader. I was only six years old Not knowing that succeeding My young life then was bound to be A lifetime full of reading. Every week we’d read about A galaxy expanding We read ourselves … Continue reading "My First Addiction"
I see the vistas of your mind as carried through your words; the colors of your feelings, ever-changing – The way you restlessly explore each strange and new adventure; the many places that your heart is ranging — And what this is, is hard to know: your vision, … Continue reading "The vistas of your mind"
Hours reading in my room Far away I’ve traveled Many palaces I’ve seen Mysteries unraveled Magic magnifying glass New adventure calls I have everything I need Here within These walls
he stopped to read and found himself a world away
One might not even notice her...
Reading is like running – Only for those Who would know the elation Of going the entire Distance