Books
Books,
chapter’s, pages filled with thought;
Unlocks
imagination within our minds,
That
expands with the story plot.
It
takes us on a magic ride through time, space and new worlds.
The
leafy pages teach us about the world,
Like
trees teach us about the past.
They
can be about anything untold.
Books
are the gifts of the past and present.
They
tell us of wondrous things, better than anything else,
And
they are the keys to knowing ourselves.
Books
are here with us today;
They
will never go away.
Isn't it just awful great. I kinda hoped you enjoyed it, but I understand if you didn't besides this was my first poem I wrote.
-Jane
Wonderful poem Jane! I really like it, and I think you have big potential in writing poetry!
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Thanks but I won't go into writing poetry but it is really fun discussing what the poems deeper meaning is, like it is with boooks :D
Delete-Jane