Friday, February 23, 2024

"Ringing the Bell:" Poem



Who said books are only for children?

Open book nights: dig in and smarten.
Reading is free, and not forbitten.
Stream of interesting author reading
Is both loving and lasting.
We will read and cherish for years
Piles of memories that appear;
An old standard for grace, style,
Knowledge file,
Word power mean
Will brain-clean,
When you read from fabulous
From science fiction madness biographies
And imagine, and wonder, and dream,
Busting up self-esteem.
Sometimes, confused by chaotic books,
You dream, imagine, and wonder…
Meantime, endless stories
Like leaves of the trees
Turned orangery gold.
In the north part of the world,
And as crisp chill has entered the air,
Read and share,
Without any fair to be unaware!
Tomshinsky@2024

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