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Ella Wind Female, 20, United States (1/12/2014 12:35:00 AM)

One of my favorite poems from when I was little. Hope you enjoy!

" Books Fall Open" by David McCord

Books fall open, you fall in,
delighted where you've never been;
hear voices not once heard before,
reach world on world through door on door;
find unexpected keys to things locked up beyond imaginings.

What might you be, perhaps become,
because one book is somewhere?

Some wise delver into wisdom, wit,
and wherewithal has written it.
True books will venture, dare you out,
whisper secrets, maybe shout
across the gloom to you in need,
who hanker for a book to read.

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  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel Rookie - 1st Stage (1/14/2014 9:55:00 AM) Post reply

    When I was a child, rhymes were used to teach us about rhythm, and they were fun, like seesawing with words. I've since grown past rhymes, but I like to try my hand at them from time to time. This is one of my favorite childhood rhymes:

    The Land of Counterpane

    When I was sick and lay a-bed,
    I had two pillows at my head,
    And all my toys beside me lay,
    To keep me happy all the day.

    And sometimes for an hour or so
    I watched my leaden soldiers go,
    With different uniforms and drills,
    Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

    And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
    All up and down among the sheets;
    Or brought my trees and houses out,
    And planted cities all about.

    I was the giant great and still
    That sits upon the pillow-hill,
    And sees before him, dale and plain,
    The pleasant land of counterpane.

    Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Doris Cornago Rookie - 1st Stage (1/13/2014 7:27:00 PM) Post reply

    Thank you Ella Wind. Really love this line, " ...reach world on world through door on door..." Books give us unconditional loving company unlike most men. When we are lonely, those are times we need company, a similar situation that I mentioned in my poem " Tuck In Tight" :

    Anger drives me to dare
    how it feels not to talk
    or say hello love by text
    How another day can start
    without your beaming face
    Or how fast to forget...

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