Open book…

Books are doors that lead you to other worlds of imagination.

  

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Stress Reliever

Got this yesterday, to rediscover my inner artist and to help me unwind. And it seems to fit with this poem called Colour, by Christina Rossetti.

  

What is pink? a rose is pink 
By a fountain’s brink. 
What is red? a poppy’s red 
In its barley bed. 
What is blue? the sky is blue 
Where the clouds float thro’. 
What is white? a swan is white 
Sailing in the light. 
What is yellow? pears are yellow, 
Rich and ripe and mellow. 
What is green? the grass is green, 
With small flowers between. 
What is violet? clouds are violet 
In the summer twilight. 
What is orange? Why, an orange, 

Just an orange!

For the love of books…

libraryPlease bury me in the library

In the clean, well-lighted stacks
Of Novels, History, Poetry,
Right next to the Paperbacks.
Where the Kids’ Books dance
With True Romance
And the Dictionary dozes.
Please bury me in the library
With a dozen long-stemmed proses.
Way back by a rack of Magazines,
I won’t be sad too often
If they bury me in the library
With Book worms in my coffin.

J. Patrick Lewis