THE LIBRARY CARD
I tilt my head back
And look up and up,
Dizzying wonderful
Rows upon rows of
Reds, browns, and blues.
I wander in and out
The mazes of shelves.
Rattling and ruffling
Pages can’t muffle
The whisper of voices
Adventure, nature,
Biography or poetry,
How can I choose?
Pick me! I have colorful
Maps and photography.
A tower of pages
Held betwixt my hands,
That will wisk me to Alaska,
Or take me down the trail
Of Indians and pioneers.
My ticket to other
Times and worlds
Is presented with pride
And hope to return
To explore new lands again.
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