The Library Poem by Catherine Habbie

An interesting collection doth have ye
Coloured and plain and black and white too
Perhaps the library is always missing a few?
But there are times I am sure
When you look askew
When you can't find the one you choose?

Reading it cover to cover gives pleasure immense
Even when you have read it 10 times 10
I look not for more pleasure
When I have tasted this wine
The reader concedes in wisdom divine
I need no more anything new

I have read the book of wisdom
When I have read you
From jacket to jacket and contents within
Pristine pages of print I see
When I turn each leaf gently
I know I shall not want for anymore reads