By Doris Pop
My room is filled with special friends
More dear to me than gold;
Some young and slender, but some fat
And hundreds of years old!
They sleep lined up on shelves of oak
Or hide under my bed.
They are my books, my special friends,
All waiting to be read.
Like far lands, yet to be explored,
But still within my reach,
Of wonders full are all of them,
A Treasure Island each.
They even can rewind the time
To a forgotten age,
And take me back a thousand years
With one turn of a page.
The brightest minds who ever lived,
The best in thought and skill
Are here to keep me company
And talk to me at will.
With Verne and Swift, I travel far;
With Dickens – shed some tears;
I fight alongside Peter Pan
And the Three Musketeers!
Jane Austen can charm me for days,
And Tolkien can enthrall!
Twain makes me laugh, Poe makes me cry,
And Shakespeare does it all!
I love my books! Each one of them
Space, language, time transcends;
Companions for life they are
But on my nightstand, by my bed
There is a friend, I call
The Living Word, The Book of Books
The Greatest of them all!
It is the friend I take with me
Wherever I depart
Because this friend, The Word of God
Is hidden in my heart!
Multumim Alex Pop pentru aceasta poezie. Domnul sa o ocroteasca pe Doris.