Why I Write

August 15, 2013

I have loved books since I was small

a favorite dream: to write my own

sad or happy, through it all

between the pages was my home

I write and read for reasons alike

a love of words flows in my veins

thus, for the reason that I write

I have dear Mom and Dad to blame

those bike rides to the library

I will remember evermore

engulfed in prose and poetry

travels to imagined shores.

words are a wondrous gift to man

a joy we all can understand.

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