Silence In The Library Poem by Kaleb Brown

Silence in the library,
Here and there was a diary.
Books on both sides,
Every book abides,
Each other.
They all want to have a mother.

In every room,
Was a welcoming gloom.
Books of the past,
Books of the future.
Some books are cast,
Taken by nature.

People studying the different books,
All very interested by the looks.
Millions of floors,
Every room has many doors.
It is one massive book store,
No rubish, not even an apples core.

There is no noise,
Allthough there are many girls and boys.
There is one great big silence,
In one room,
Is a bit of violence.
But it's still there, the silnce.

They leave the book store,
They eat an apple straight down to the core,
Munching and crunching,
They make a noise,
But not just the boys,
They laugh, and fondly, each other, punching.

There are no workers,
Just a few discarded markers.
But there is just one thing,
Which clears all the books away,
As the sun is setting,
It scrubs the libary free from dust and decay.

It is night,
The silence in the libary,
Might just give you a little fright.
The discarded diaries,
Are disappearing into the shelves,
And it seems as if all by themselfs.

There is silence,
The libary is dark.
The violence,
Leaves it's own mark.
It has worked here,
For 2000 years.