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Book, you are so special.
You are old like my precious grandmother.
Toy have been used so much that you’re
almost falling apart.
Book, I see you in the library standing strong.
When I open you, flip, flip, flip
as my imagination turns on.
As I open you, your smell is like a piney wood day.
Your fragrance reminds me of
my grandmother’s perfume.
When I touch you,
you are as smooth as the wind on a hot day.
Your pages are crisp and worn out.
You make my imagination come alive
and I see pictures in my mind.
by Layla, 4th grade
Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Isabella, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Readers! Do You Read?” by Chris Zabriskie. Produced by Susan Phillips.
Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B Tournament of Champions, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1.