Photograph courtesy of Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales
Memories of a library
So long ago
On three walls
Rows and rows of
Book lined shelves
A very young girl
Is invited in
And spellbound
Wanders around the
Curtain drawn room
There is a comfort
In being there
The smell of
Tobacco mixed with
Age old leather
The little girl knows
That here is special
And makes a vow
That one day she
Too will read
Barbara M Lake
May 2011
Trinidad WI
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Memories. Dreams. Touching. Fulfilled. She writes.
ReplyDelete'Memories of a library'. Yes, I have those too. I like your poem. It's very evocative.
ReplyDeleteThe UK Government cuts to meet the deficit will impinge on libraries. Thank you for capturing these memories. Kindles won't ever be remembered the way books are.
ReplyDeletenice...love the smells you added...yes, mesmerized by books...i was as a kid...
ReplyDeletelovely piece- rich and evocative imagery. I was that little girl also and actually taught myself to read when 4 years old....impatient child that didn't want to wait til first grade!
ReplyDeleteLooking back I am not sure how I did that.
Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving such nice comments.
I can remember wondering if I would ever be able to read but I don't remember the process of learning to read.
ReplyDeleteSo many of us began our love of books in old libraries - I wonder what will entice the kids of today!
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ReplyDeleteI too grew up in such a place: memories both exciting and soothing!
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And now that little girl no doubt has a library of her own. Even a filled book shelf can be a library.
ReplyDeleteBooks are the past, the resent and the future. And I don't care what anybody else says.
present, of course, present. I must get these nails cut.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for visiting and reading this one. I love the feel of a book and being able to turn pages. I'm not sure how an electronic gadget and I would get on with each other!
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