Read me a tale, grandfather,
of battles and dead bodies.
Turn the pages, grandfather,
of the book of horrors.
Tell me more stories, grandfather,
of evil armies and sadness.
I will close my eyes, grandfather,
and wish the darkness away.
No reason to leave this room.
Books provide sustenance.
Words to soothe the soul.
In a quiet spot
On a soft chair
In the sun’s spotlight
I will read a book
Eyes wide open
Pages turning
Sunlight streaming in
I will read a book
Hands trembling
Tears falling
Sun warming my body
I will read a book
Read a book by the warm fire.
Moments can’t get any brighter.
Let the snow fall outside.
I will keep warm inside.
No need to fight the drifts.
I’ll stay with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low.
The winds are about to blow.
I snuggled further beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
A perfect spot for me.
Books as far as you can see.
Covering the high walls.
Even lining the halls.
Stories for me to read.
Nothing more I would need.
Read a book.
You might be pleasantly surprised.
Or maybe not.
Imagination knows no bounds.
In a quiet spot.
On a soft chair.
In the sun’s spotlight.
I will read a book.
Eyes wide open.
My mind set to explore.
Sunlight streaming in.
I will read a book.
Hands trembling.
Tears falling.
Sun warming my body.
I will read a book.
