Books

Don your coat and take a journey with me
And we shall see

Walk past the vendor carts with fresh baked buns
and rising doughs
and the morning cup of joes

Past the sharp tongued women
fanning their faces
and sitting in their places

The sun is still high in the sky
As we walk by and by

We reach the place where both scholars and buns
come

Greats rooms lined with old oaken tables
and hidden underneath
a wreath of pre chewed gum

Vast halls containing more prose
than the world knows

The old and dust forgotten hard cover books
Hidden in every cranny and nook

The one place on earth
with continual peace and quiet

Can it hurt-
Wont you try it?

I beg of you
Your interest in books renew