The Joy of Reading and Writing
Winter nights by candlelight she fantasized and read
until her mother brushed her hair and tucked her into bed.
Springtime afternoons in the windy oak tree swing she read more
until the dinner bell would ring.
Summer days, before the heat, she sat beneath the apple tree;
the pages turned as her fingers let the words go free.
The autumn chill had no effect behind her father's shed
as another book she chose herself finally was read.
Each year this ritual was repeated every blissful day
as father worked, mother cooked and neighbor kids would play.
Month-by-month she fed her soul and mind as she would slowly age
more consumed as her eyes moved flowingly across each page.
Weeks were filled with borrowed stacks from family and friends
and passed along to other kids as the lending never ends.
Day-by-day she cherished all the time the chapters quickly flew
as her daughter, book in hand, the same as her mother grew.
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There are many ways to enjoy reading, just as there are many ways to learn to love writing. Something we can all participate in by ourselves, with our kids, and the with our grandkids. Learning to write has been difficult for me, but I love it! The poem above took a short time to write, which is why it is not very good. But it was interesting and a challenge to write about reading. You are correct in the fact that it has no title. I would like for any of you who will take up the challenge to suggest a title. Just put it in a comment at the end of this post. Have fun!
until her mother brushed her hair and tucked her into bed.
Springtime afternoons in the windy oak tree swing she read more
until the dinner bell would ring.
Summer days, before the heat, she sat beneath the apple tree;
the pages turned as her fingers let the words go free.
The autumn chill had no effect behind her father's shed
as another book she chose herself finally was read.
Each year this ritual was repeated every blissful day
as father worked, mother cooked and neighbor kids would play.
Month-by-month she fed her soul and mind as she would slowly age
more consumed as her eyes moved flowingly across each page.
Weeks were filled with borrowed stacks from family and friends
and passed along to other kids as the lending never ends.
Day-by-day she cherished all the time the chapters quickly flew
as her daughter, book in hand, the same as her mother grew.
*****
There are many ways to enjoy reading, just as there are many ways to learn to love writing. Something we can all participate in by ourselves, with our kids, and the with our grandkids. Learning to write has been difficult for me, but I love it! The poem above took a short time to write, which is why it is not very good. But it was interesting and a challenge to write about reading. You are correct in the fact that it has no title. I would like for any of you who will take up the challenge to suggest a title. Just put it in a comment at the end of this post. Have fun!
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