The Library
written by: JAnn Bowers
@Echoic_JAnn
There it sits, on the corner street
Just a small brick building
With fresh blue and white paint
I remember as a child
Using all my strength
To open her heavy doors
Just so I could plow my way through
To her many shelves
Of so many books
With so many titles
Finding my next adventure
In pages of a new book
Excitement purging my veins
As my mother read it to me
Now the years have gone by
Excitement has been passed
To the next generation
As I sit and watch my own son
Race through the same door
Filled with the same emotions
Exploring the same shelves
In search of his next adventure.
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