Ivy Schex

Rookie (March 28,1987)

The Old Book - Poem by Ivy Schex

I found a book; it’s pages yellow with time
Covered with leather and well worn with use
I could not know what a treasure I had found
Despite its age, the book was timeless
It told of joy and hope; sorrow and pain
But through all, God had left the message plain
He loves us all no matter what we do…
I found a book; it’s pages yellow with time
Covered with leather and well worn with use
I could not know what a treasure I had found

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  • Brian Dorn (1/31/2007 5:58:00 PM)


    Timeless indeed... great write, Ivy! !
    Brian
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 16, 2005



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