Walls heave with heavy tomes and
small bottoms sit riveted to their seats, while words,
good enough to eat, keep their curiosity entrenched.
Once upon a time's holding little people's attention and
I sit on a solid chair my elbows dug deep
into the desk top
and I watch her standing there,
prim and proper to all things silent.
tired of sitting on draughty park benches ease themselves
into a warm and quiet corner,
and page by page devour the news of the day.
pleased they are alive at least as they furtively steal
a ten pence token for Kellogg's cornflakes.
Fingers fidget across wide pages and the waft of dank paper
wreaks of yesteryears, overly thumbed, overly absorbed and
while words leap vibrantly from the text,
enflaming imaginations through generations.
The rustle of a leaf makes my heart beat