In the dusty old
Deserted library hall
The wishes of the librarian
Have finally come to fruition
For there is nobody reading
By the library desks
They’re all in the I.t. Suite
Reading set texts on the web
So librarian has his wish
And the books sit on wooden shelves
Like revered benedictines
Sat in lines in silence.
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer. View more posts
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The Inkwell
I really like this one.
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Cheers for reading, Delyn. Apologies for the delay in responding, but having set myself a target of a poem a day means I’ve been away from the keyboard – and I’ve only just seen this 🙂 Please feel free to have a browse – and if there’s anything that you like – feel free to comment.
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