Treasure Island

Christian Hudak


The Observation Center


A common held opinion of the library
Is the quietness within it
For I, this is not a held belief
I go to the library for the antithesis
The clamor of children
The network of hard working students
The civility of the librarians
The lone mothers with vigilant parenting skills
I go to the library for the philosophy, righteousness, and spur
That all these wonderful people unintentionally teach me
I go to the library, to observe.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, June 03, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (6/6/2014 11:03:00 AM)

    Very interesting take on why one enjoys trips to the library! Never looked at it in this way but after reading it all becomes clearly recalled to mind! Thanks for the observation! (Report) Reply

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