This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in 2010.
Books
Books
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Open into new worlds and ideas
Teachers eternal, so fragile, yet able to outlast us.
Stacked mile high
On shelves and desks
Hiding my floor in a carpet of knowledge.
Short and sweet!
Why thank you!
I finally got bookshelves, so they don’t quite cover my floor anymore, but I still have many, well-loved books.
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