by Karla Kuskin
So I picked out a book
on my own
from the shelf
and I started to read
on my own
to myself.
And nonsense and knowledge
came tumbling out,
whispering mysteries,
history's shout,
the wisdom of wizards,
the songs of the ages,
all wonders of wandering
wonderful pages.
from I Am the Book Poems selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, 2011, Holiday House
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