Victoria Hughes

Rookie (01/October/1984 / Widnes, Cheshire)

The Old Library - Poem by Victoria Hughes

Books line the shelves of the old library where we used to play,
We'd steal ourselves away after school each day.
We'd look up at those gargantuan cases
And see the books looming with pictures of far away places.

They always fascinated me so much,
I love the smell of a leather-bound book.
Full of knowledge and fantasy too,
Those books brought new worlds to me and you.

Each day, we'd escape and go on a mission
To save the world from the grip of transmission.
We'd battle dragons and slay vampires with stakes,
We'd run through the forests and swim in the lakes.

We'd be transported to far off worlds,
See the Gods on Mount Olympus with their golden curls.
We'd travel to the deepest regions of outer space,
But never once, did we want to leave that place.

The old library that we used to love
Has been torn down for a new garbage dump.
Ideally located to be a new tip,
It was removed for something even less hip.

The books have been donated to charity shops,
All separated from their coded blocks.
No longer together they are all alone,
Thank God I bought most and took them home.

(C) Victoria Elizabeth Hughes September 2005


Comments about The Old Library by Victoria Hughes

  • (10/17/2005 10:27:00 PM)


    A good poem for those who enjoyed spending time (I used to say invest) in libraries.

    I'll assume the grip of transmission is TV's evil empire?

    R.
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  • Ernestine Northover (9/26/2005 3:44:00 PM)


    Our house is full of books, Victoria, and I do love libraries, but like yours in your poem, ours was closed down, which gave nowhere for the elderly to go to collect their books unless they made a long bus ride to the next available one. No one cares these days somehow. Very Sad. Nice poem, I loved it. Sincerely Ernestine Northover. (Report) Reply

  • (9/26/2005 11:49:00 AM)


    I spent hours and hours 'hiding out' in the library when I was a young girl. I really like this poem. (And love the smell of leather-bound books too!) Nice poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2005



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