I remember as a child going to the big library shelf <br />And picking out poetry all by myself <br />I would pull out my big wooden chair to climb onto <br />Being very careful not to scuff it with my shoe I would reach up and pull down the book <br />Climbing back down to take a look I thought then oh how they could write, putting such meaning into their words, <br />They were some of the most beautiful words I'd ever heard To me they didn't make much sense, but something inside reached for them <br />I would check them out with my library card <br />Stacking them high in my arms within, Trying to make it home before dark <br />So thankful I could get these with just a library card I had so many I didn't know where to begin, dressed for bed, said my prayers, Amen <br />Climbed in bed and opened my big book <br />I couldn't hardly wait for one more look They seemed to take me to far away places <br />Seeing things I'd never seen, hearing things I'd never head <br />My heart just seemed to be racing by reading each new word I would read them and read them again <br />Trying to feel what the writer felt then, <br />Oh by the way at the time I was ten So many years have gone by since that time <br />Now I can't believe it I'm the one writing the lines <br />It's such a responsibility to say the right thing <br />Because to the children of this world the words we must bring For the mind is a terrible thing to waste, So we can't do this with hurry & haste <br />For a child's mind to grow up strong, Our words must flow like a beautiful song As They Go To The Library And High On The Shelf <br />They will pull out my book with words written within <br />And check them out with their library card to touch their lives again & again<br /><br />Olivia D. Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/library-card/
