BOOKS
It lies there on the table just
waiting to be read,
Beneath its hard back covers bound
with linen thread,
The authors weaves their magic with
special tales to tell
And you the reader cannot wait to
fall beneath their spell
Some books they draw you right away
into their special world
Whilst others tantalise and twist
their secrets to unfurl,
It does not matter where you are in
wood or busy train,
The world inside their pages is your
mystical domain,
You settle down to read a book, your
whole demeanour changes
The outside world it disappears,
whilst you delve into its pages,
You are lost within its special world
its characters are real,
Displaying all emotions that we human
people feel,
The authors can transport us to far
and distant lands,
Or have us wander aimlessly beside a
coastal strand,
I could not live without my books
they are to me a treasre
They fill my life with happiness and
brighten up my leisure
