Book Stores. Poem by Michael Gale

Book stores are storages of the past....
Poems and poets in aisles that last.

Shelves upon shelves of books...
Many subjects unimaginable and in nanny-crooks.

Books on hobbies and people too...
Too many books to be numbered as few.

A place that books are sold...
They are read and they are new, not old.

Big book chains sell on line...
I have and like my books, as they are special, they be mine.

Latte and exspresso and coffee sold here...
A place i like, i visit and wander this place so dear.

Many magazines are read and sold...
These stores are huge and new and not too old.

Cell phones go off without a moment's notice...
These author's works are sold here, that they wrote us.

They even have an electric book that reads like a book...
You subscribe to a free preview to purchase literary
works that you buy on the spot straight to the device, that
you may even take with you to read at home or even at work.

Will technologies never cease to amaze and awe? ....
This electronic's wonder came about after the death of my paw.

Books in book stores are real fun to read...
These books can't harm you or make you bleed.

Books are the knowledgable seed....
Book worms do their only deed.

That is theiir only, known for breed.
Some big time publishers and agents, are only filled with greed.