Row on row
books rest, wise and eager
waiting for a hopeful reader
Someone seeking information
or an escape into fiction.
In racks and stacks
new worlds await
and the library is the gate.
Row on row
books rest, wise and eager
waiting for a hopeful reader
Someone seeking information
or an escape into fiction.
In racks and stacks
new worlds await
and the library is the gate.
Some day, books will be far and few between…
In a dystopian universe.
Once again, Mrs Bird, i had to lookup a word… Once a teacher always a teacher?
“dystopian”
In a dystopian universe,
a changing society,
within a song and a verse,
good things happen
with a true loving variety.
Faith, comes in many forms
without a lasting creative deity.
Humanity weathers the storms,
becomes one, living with dignity!
To be fair, still a teacher, in fact.
A teacher with a gold apple upon her desk!
No gold apple, but I do have a Magic 8 Ball! 🙂
Really?
Amen.
😉
I love the way you play with the rhyming couplet, till it begins to hide !
Subtlety, it’s all about the subtlety… 😉
This is yet another outstanding poem, the message is spot on!
Bookworms, unite!
Fabulous Poem especially for a book work like myself. Kath.
Thank you, Kath!
Another wonderful excellent stupendous poem. Dewey Decimal Dreams!!
lol
820 is my favourite…
Some even come with bridges, and can lead you out across the seas.
Indeed…
and others with time portals!