With her little hands, she scans each page <br />and as she looks. <br />She finds that she is mesmerized by the <br />magic from these books. <br />~ <br />By candlelight she reads each night and as <br />the candle burns. <br />She finds delight from the the magic of books <br />with each page she turns. <br />~ <br />For a moment, she's a princess dancing, in <br />a castle she'd be prancing. <br />Other times a ballerina, loved by all that came <br />And seen her. <br />~ <br />Yes, she loves these books to me she said. <br />She keeps them neatly stored next to her bed. <br />Each night she goes to sleep it seems she <br />always dreams the same sweet dreams. <br />~ <br />All the while she has a smile and as these thoughts <br />dance through her head. ''She believes'' that <br />there is really magic. In every page she's read... <br /> <br />***************************************************** <br />~TJW~<br /><br />Thad Wilk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-magic-of-books/
