Friday Fiction - The Library Card

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.

March over to POLLIWOG PAGES STORYTIME for a little historical sketch of the first library wagon in the United States.

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