Books

I opened my book and started reading,

My thoughts are dragged towards the story.

“The storm thundered toward …”

What was that storm-like noise?

I could even see the storm approach me,

The wind whipped my face like it was whipping whipped cream.

I felt around my body for weapons,

To my surprise I was holding a sword and a shield.

Suddenly a thought hit me,

I was in the story.

A story of murder,

Love and adventure.

A shadow loomed over me,

I looked up.

A red headed giant,

I was in big, big trouble.

When I read

I can become part of the book

by thinking and travelling and being there

through my imagination