Ode To BooksA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)A love note to the written word and The writers who give them wingsOde To Books My glasses lay ‘pon open book Whilst I give my eyes a respite From the many words ‘pon which I’ve looked And now indeed need to rest a bit I gaze into the distance far While looking at absolutely nothing Eyes tightly focused on things that are... No more than thoughts with wings I mull over in my mind…words recently read I savor their very essence Provide them a bed in my weary head Each paragraph, phrase and sentence Books have become my best friends My succor and my pleasure I read them through a Rosy lens And enjoy them at my leisure These late age years of trial and tears The quickened pace of time Have helped to ease an elders fears As Summer wine soothes the mind The tomes can take me to places far To canyons wide and deep Carry me effortlessly to a distant star …And carry me off to sleep… © 2018 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on July 4, 2018Last Updated on July 4, 2018 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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