Ready, set, poetry!
(Solveig Paulson Russell)
Books are friends who take you far
Wherever you would go,
From torrid lands and jungle ways
To northern fields of snow.
Books bring us gifts from long ago
And hints of future days,
And lead the mind refreshingly
On unfamiliar ways.
Books are the chests of pirate gold
Where wealth in stories lies
As varied as the clouds that blow
Across November skies.