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Post by ARENA on Nov 7, 2019 13:11:40 GMT
I've just come back from a funeral. My mate Charlie's wife died on Sunday , she was an avid reader so Charlie included this in his eulogy...
The Scottish poet Julia Donaldson
“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.”
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Post by althea on Nov 7, 2019 16:43:28 GMT
What a wonderful poem! It describes bookworms exactly.
I am,and hope to always be,an avid reader. I can still remember escaping from my traumatic childhood into my first book. Books have been my safe haven ever since. I think I have read two books a week for most of my life.
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