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The Library

written by: JAnn Bowers



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.

JAnn Bowers

JAnn Bowers

+ JAnn is an award-winning poet. She is the owner of Echoic Blog & E-Magazine. She has written poetry for all ages.Her poetry pertains mostly to love, spiritual, inspirational and life issues. She is in the process of writing her next poetry book and her memoir.
+ JAnn is a member of Double Decker Books where her books have been promoted successfully in the past by KayCee K. Wingfield. JAnn was voted poet of the year for 2015 & 2016 by Double Decker Books.
+ JAnn is a strong supporter and advocate in her spare time for Autism Awareness for her disabled son. She is a lover of the 80’s music scene and a yogi. She is a major coffee drinker and she believes the power of her pen and paper should not be tampered with.
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