THE BOOKWORM - © 2014

When I first started school

The first words that I read

Were once upon a time,

So in me there runs a thread

The love of books old and new

By authors, many dead,

Who have the gift of writing,

Of whom it’s often said

“They make words do wondrous things,

As they march across the pages:

Who’d think that a simple alphabet,

Could set characters in so many ages”

The characters become living beings

As places around them seem to thrive

Death can be an awful thing

But true love can survive

A romance a thriller

Bible or biography

A fantasy or chiller

They all can enthral me

No matter what the mood is,                

Or if the day’s a grind,

It’s nice at night to read a book,

Just leave the world behind!

Lie beneath the covers,

Or sit in an easy chair,

You’re never lonely with a book

You never have to care!

The hardest choice, is what to read

The subjects always vary,

I’ll try this one I’ve read before                                               

As its night and the book is scary!

Then when dawn comes and day begins,

Because I’m a real book lover,

I may even find a book so good,

I’ll read it cover to cover