Pages Of Wonder
By Oriana M
The dog eared yellowed pages
Hold secrets of times gone by
And tales of the past
With its spine only half attached
To its body of words
That enthral and entice.
It smells musty like an old chest
Page after page
Lifting dust in the sunlight as they are turned
Oh, what secrets do you hold?
What tales do you hoard in your pages of
wonder?
You are old, wizened like an oak
Yet you are young in your giving
Still giving the same gift
Over and over
And that is why I love you