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| Magpie Tales by Tess Kincaid |
The Library
It was love at first sight
Smell and touch
The promise of tales unending
Lined up on the shelves.
Mother had secured her entry
Into the adult section
Where books did not smell of candy
Or have sticky covers.
Or pictures on the front
Mom had suggested
Something by Alcott, Louisa May
But first she had to walk every aisle from A to H.G.Wells
Her summer that year she turned twelve
Was all about Zane Grey
Lured by the title
Riders of the Purple Sage.
But the library shelves
Would take her from Wyoming
To ancient Greece
From Walden Pond to Pompeii.
And into the future
College and beyond
Everywhere she lived
She first found the library.
J. Binford-Bell
May 2011
