The pictures you paint,
Vivid and bold,
Colours my memory,
With tales untold,

Page after page,
Your story continues,
The knowledge once locked,
Slowly unravels,

Each chapter brings delight,
Sadness, grief and hope,
But only books can
Enlighten the darkest hearts,

The things you have taught me,
Are way beyond compare,
Places I never knew,
Now felt like home to me.

A millennium of history,
Engraved in these pages,
Books are like riding a bike,
You'll never forget what you've learnt.