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Lost In Books
There's
a room at my Grandma's
Up
a dark and winding stair
Lined
with shelves and rows of books
And
by the fire, a cosy chair
It
is a very special room -
It's
my favourite place to be
Gran
says it's the gateway
To
any place you want to see...
For each book is a ticket
To
a place that's far away
So
I can feel the sun shine
On
a wet and windy day.
Whenever we're at Grandma's
I
climb the winding stair
And
taking down a magic book
I
curl up in the chair
The
fire crackles merrily
As
the wind begins to wail
But
the pages whisper to me
And
tell me their own tale...
I
have sailed the high seas
And
seen witches cast their spells
I
have been to where the faeries live
Within
the Enchanted Dell
Sometimes
there are monsters
And
it's hard to turn the page
Sometimes
there are ghosts and ghouls
Rattling
their chains in rage
There
was once a wicked vampire
He
leapt right out at me!
He
followed in my shadow
Though no-one else
could see
I
didn't want to go to bed
And
could never slumber deep
For
I knew the naughty creature
Was
waiting for me in sleep
Next
time we went to Granny’s
I
opened up his book
I
ordered him back to his page -
And
slammed the covers shut!
After
that I took more care
And
read the fairy tales
There
I flew with seven swans
And
rode upon a snail!
I
wandered through the Looking Glass
Pricked
my finger on a spindle
Then
I found myself in Narnia
And
saw the White Queen's powers dwindle
I
have been to Treasure Island
I've
let down my golden hair
And
I’ve heard the magic mirror say
That
Snow White is so fair
I
watched Davy Balfour Kidnapped
But
through all his adventures there...
I
was safe and sound in Grandma's room
At
the top of the winding stair.
By Marie Bruce
I wrote this poem years ago and when I discovered the picture above it immediately came to my mind. I think the picture and the poem complement one another beautifully, summing up the joy and escape to be found when one is lost in books.
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