As World Book Day is nearly upon us, here are a few poems in advance. The third one is about me as a child – I often couldn’t bear to put books down, so I’d walk down the road reading, sometimes with interesting results.
Writing a Book is Easy
Words in a book are like birds in a cage:
Leave them unread and they’re dead on the page,
But free them and see them fly off, and then soar
Into heads, into hearts, into dreams, and much more.
So find a good book, start reading it, do!
And the words, like birds, will start singing for you.
Watch Where You’re Reading
Leonora read a book, everywhere she went.
But, because she didn’t look, each lamppost got a dent.
She grew up to be erudite, astoundingly well-read.
It’s just a shame she sported quite a lump upon her head.