Jim Yerman

The Beauty Of Books - Poem by Jim Yerman

I’m working in a bookstore now and having a wonderful time.
In fact it was there while awaiting customers I wrote this daily rhyme.

When I had finished a simple question suddenly occurred to me
Do I write the poems I want to...or do the poems find their way to me?

When I was but a little boy sitting atop my mother’s knee
The world became a magical place when she would read to me.

So many things I learned because she took the time to look
And share with me the wonders inside the pages of a book.

I learned a cow can jump over the moon and blind mice can go on the loose.
I learned a seeing mouse can climb a clock and there’s a lady names Mother Goose.

I learned of a boy who cried wolf and all the trouble that followed him
I learned about 3 pigs and a real wolf and of the scary brothers Grimm.

I leaned a monkey can be curious and the need for heroes will never end
I learned to say good night to the moon and a spider and a pig can be friends.

Then the day came to leave my mother’s knee and I started reading on my own.
And through the pages of more books...oh the places I have flown.

I’ve have been around the world, I’ve traveled through time and space
I’ve been inside so many buildings and I’ve never left a trace.

I have my mom to thank for starting me reading all those years ago
And I thank her each time I open a new book as I wonder where I might go.

So parents remember it’s never too early...in books a magical world awaits
And for the rest of you might like to know...it’s also never too late.

I know what you’re thinking...next time I should not my responsibilities shirk
And instead of writing poetry...perhaps I should get to work.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014

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