I am not a poet, sometimes I catch one – just like a butterfly – if I am lucky I have time to write it down. Today, while my eyes strayed to the bookshelves (I have them in every room), this little poem popped in my head.
My bookshelves brim, both high and low
Of adventures and places, I’d like to go
Shall I journey back in time?
Or take a boat trip on the Rhine?
Traverse the galaxy, explore black holes
or find a way to save our souls?
I’ll take a course, I’ll learn to speak,
In Russian, Spanish, Dutch and Greek.
Unravel mysteries, solve fiendish crime,
Battle, Nazis and Ghouls, and win every time.
Between the covers of a book
Adventures lurk, just take a look
A tale of courage, a life of strife,
Of how a man met and woo’d his wife.
When times are hard or the weather’s bleak
I’ll go and fight Pirates in Martinique
I have no need of plane or car
To travel places near and far
Just a cup of tea, a cosy chair
Peace and quiet, time to spare.
Upon my bookshelf, crammed in tight
Adventures call both day and night.
Susanna Di Milo