Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past
Where books held raptures that would last
A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf
A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat
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I share your obvious love for books and it goes back to childhood when the characters and plots were not yet literature but something that was probably happening in the next neighborhood and might in mine next time. You capture effortlessly the magic of those early years, a magic no longer in reach but memories which will never abandon us.
What a great poem! Wonderful! The longing of each one of us for the good old dusty bookshelves well described.
Nestled in a nest of nostalgia that warms the heart.
Wonderful write. Childhood shelves remains dusty for many years till one get again time to dust it, refresh it once again back to childhood memories. Lovely poem. Loved reading it.
a v nice write Sir........the childhood memories are indeed refreshing and you have portrayed v well in this poem
Books, the treasured possessions of every man and child They take us to times gone by Also to lands, so far never travelled Can the ebooks with the printed word ever vie? .... The dusty book shelf has taken you to your childhood of fairy tales! Enjoyed!
so your books served more than as forms of entertainment and means of learning to read. they held flowers, leaves, and worm-eaten love stories. oh, i think i'm getting confused. oh well. i like this. i had books on shelves above my bed for a few years in my teens. one favorite was Robinson Crusoe. i volunteer in our local library doing this and that to help out. i also read once a month to preschoolers there. i enjoy it and would do it more if they asked me. bri :)
Sir, thank you....