Love Reading

This is just a simple little rhyme that honors the magic of writing

It’s strange these lines of long and short,

These little symbols back and forth,

Can bring such meaning to your brain,

They run along just like a train.

In your head they join like dots,

Making pictures filled with lots,

Of faces, places, thoughts and times,

New worlds are made inside your mind.

Magic dwells inside each book,

And in you, if you chance to look.

Peruse these reams of black and white,

And your thoughts will fill with streams of light.

A book’s not just a thing you read,

It plants in you a magic seed,

And when the seed begins to grow,

Ideas, dreams and thoughts will flow!