I like it when I look at
The pretty illustrations on the
front cover of a hard book.
I like to listen for the
story calling my name,
begging me to read its pages.
I like to touch the
soft, silky, pages,
covered in ink.
I like to smell the
newly printed pages,
hot off the press.
I like to taste the
poison apples and
eat the cake that’ll make me tall.
I like to dream of a tale,
where I am the princess,
being saved by my prince.
(If you haven't noticed by now, I love books!)
Jordan,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem. I love books too!