I was sent this fantastic poem by a new "virtual" friend - just had to share it as any book lover will know exactly what this poem is about!
My home is crammed with many books
Books are here and books are there
Books are lying everywhere.
My family have a secret wish
How can they spirit them away?
The bad news is for all of them
These books are simply here to stay.
Falling from the mantle-piece
Piles propped up around the floor,
They can cover all the table-top
Bagfuls sit bashfully behind the door.
Thick books and thin books
Of every colour shape and size,
So many different kinds of stories
They dance about before my eyes.
Historical and fantasy, more than just a few
Adventures and poetry, children’s stories too.
Mysteries and magic, testimonies true.
Legends, journeys, far off distant shores
Novels, non-fiction, the choice is yours.
One room has only books in its entirety
For reasons very clear it’s called “The Library”.
Here books of every kind, are always to be found
The problem is, there’s little space for me to browse around.
Books overflow to more shelves, sitting in the hall
Soon there’ll be no room left for anything at all.
Did I mention the books at my bedside?
Heaped there for the nights when I can’t sleep.
For all the books I decide to give away
I naughtily buy more of them to keep.
Who could dream without their books?
Could you? Or you? Or you?
They’re impossible to live without
So what am I going to do?