Creative poems about the value of reading

I Opened a Book I opened a book and in I strode.

I Opened a Book

I opened a book and in I strode.

Now nobody can find me.

I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,

My town and my world behind me.

 

I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,

I’ve swallowed the magic potion.

I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king

And dived in a bottomless ocean.

 

I opened a book and made some friends.

I shared their tears and laughter

And followed their road with its bumps and bends

To the happily ever after.

 

I finished my book and out I came.

The cloak can no longer hide me.

My chair and my house are just the same,

But I have a book inside me.

 

Read to Me

Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes

Read to me stories of magical times

Read to me tales about castles and kings

Read to me stories of fabulous things

Read to me pirates and read to me knights

Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights

Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then

When you are finished- please read them again.

 

Notes on the Art of Poetry

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on

In the world between the covers of books,

Such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,

Such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,

Such and so many blinding bright lights,

Splashing all over the pages

In a million bits and pieces

All of which were words, words, words,

And each of which were alive forever

In its own delight and glory and oddity and light.

 

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