w o r d s : 3

If I wasn’t an artist. I’d be a librarian. I love the smell and feel of books. I love wandering around my campus library and tucking into an obscure spot with just the shelves for company.

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 roads 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.

-Julia Donaldson

 

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