I grew up in a small northern Michigan town with a small public library. I remember the library so vividly, the smell, the dark damp basement where the children's area was located with benches and murals on the wall. It was beautiful to me. So quiet.
Yesterday, while I was stocking up on Melissa Stewart non-fiction books for an author study, I was reminded of my first library card. I don't remember how old I was but it was definitely a big deal.
The counter high
On tip toe
My fingers graze the edge.
Feeling a surge
Many new worlds ahead.
Later today I was thinking about this little poem, my love of words and I was reminded of this video my sister shared with me. It is a beautiful little film. If you haven't seen it, then check it out. It is well worth watching.
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore