MAGIC KEYS - by Leah Gibbs Knobbe

MAGIC  KEYS  by Leah Gibbs Knobbe Would you like to travel far From the place where now you are? Read a book! Would you nature’s secrets know, How her children live and grow? Read a book! Is it adventure that you crave, On land or on ocean wave? Read a book! Would you like to talk with kings? Or to fly with Lindbergh’s wings? Read a book! Would you look on days gone by? Know scientific reasons why? Read a book! The world before you will unfold, For a magic key you hold In a book!

ODE TO THE BOOK - by Pablo Neruda

ODE  TO  THE  BOOK by  Pablo Neruda When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. Copper ignots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet, the thighs, the chalk ribs of my country. The whole of night clings to its shores, by dawn it wakes up singing as if it had excited a guitar. The ocean's surge is calling. The wind calls me and Rodriguez calls, and Jose Antonio- I got a telegram from the 'Mine' Union and the one I love (whose name I won't let out) expects me in Bucalemu. No book has been able to wrap me in paper, to fill me up with typography, with heavenly imprints or was ever able to bind my eyes, I come out of books to people orchards with the hoarse family of my song, to work the burning metals or to eat smoked beef by mountain firesides. I love adventurous books, books of forest or snow, depth or sky but hate the spider book in which thought has laid poisonous wires to trap the juvenile and circling fly. Book, let me go. I won't go clothed in volumes, I don't come out of collected works, my poems have not eaten poems- they devour exciting happenings, feed on rough weather, and dig their food out of earth and men. I'm on my way with dust in my shoes free of mythology: send books back to their shelves, I'm going down into the streets. I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men, when fighting with them, when saying all their say in my song.

I LOVE READING BOOKS - by Kevin Seales

I  LOVE  READING  BOOKS by  Kevin Seales I read books, because they take me places Inside when I look, I see so many faces Detective stories, there are so many cases Oh how I love reading books When I'm at home, I read two or three books My mom says, she thinks that I'm totally hooked You would be too, if you would only look Oh how I love reading books My dad says, kevin why don't you slow down There's plenty of books here, from the ceiling to the ground You read them like candy, you gobble them by the pound Oh how you love reading books I find them fascinating, exciting, a tool I learn about a lot of things that I don't learn in school I'd rather read books than learn how to be cool Oh how I love reading books In these books I learn so many things Look at the knowledge that these books can bring I even read one book, and it taught me how to sing Oh how I love reading books So if someone says, that reading books is for girls They don't understand that reading rocks my world It lifts me, spends me, sends me in a twirl Oh how I love reading books If they don't see now, they will in due time I'll let them read one of these great books of mine And after they finish, they won't be so blind Then they'll say, I love reading books

THERE IS NO FRIGATE LIKE A BOOK - Emily Dickinson

THERE IS NO FRIGATE LIKE A BOOK    Emily Dickinson There is no Frigate like a Book   To take us Lands away,   Nor any Coursers like a Page   Of prancing Poetry –    This Traverse may the poorest take          Without oppress of Toll –    How frugal is the Chariot   That bears a Human soul.

OPEN A BOOK - by Jane Baskwill

OPEN A BOOK  by Jane Baskwill Open a book And you will find People and places of every kind; Open a book And you can be Anything that you want to be; Open a book And you can share Wondrous worlds you find in there; Open a book And I will too You read to me And I’ll read to you.

"I LOVED YOU FIRST : but afterwards your love" by Christina Rossetti

"I LOVED YOU FIRST : but afterwards your love" by Christina Rossetti Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – Dante Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore, E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. – Petrarca I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be – Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’ With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done, For one is both and both are one in love: Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’ Both have the strength and both the length thereof, Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

I OPENED A BOOK - by Julia Donaldson

I OPENED A BOOK  by Julia Donaldson I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I’ve left my chair, my house, my road, My town and my world behind me. I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring, I’ve swallowed the magic potion. I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king And dived in a bottomless ocean. I opened a book and made some friends. I shared their tears and laughter And followed their road with its bumps and bends To the happily ever after. I finished my book and out I came. The cloak can no longer hide me. My chair and my house are just the same, But I have a book inside me. .