Books fall open, you fall in,
delighted where you've never been;
hear voices not once heard before,
reach world on world through door on door;
find unexpected keys to things locked up beyond imaginings.
What might you be, perhaps become,
because one book is somewhere?
Some wise delver into wisdom, wit,
and wherewithal has written it.
True books will venture, dare you out,
whisper secrets, maybe shout
across the gloom to you in need,
who hanker for a book to read.
and wherewithal has written it.
True books will venture, dare you out,
whisper secrets, maybe shout
across the gloom to you in need,
who hanker for a book to read.
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4 comments:
That is the best poem ever.
That was a very good poem and i hope to see more poems from this poet. I love this poem so much i would put on my wall in my room. this poem makes me want to write my own poems but i am not as good as David Mccord.
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I am doing this for a report for school and when I read these poems I knew that David Mccord was a phenomenal poet and that I love his poems.
i love David Mccords poems and I hope to see more of these pheomenal poems
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