2019-12-04

Beyond the Page


Twixt seventeen and wintergreen,
and where one scarce conceives,
there lies a land I’ve often seen,
where gentle magic weaves;
and having once beheld the scene,
one never fully leaves.

A way to get there can be found
by anyone who looks.
The paths are many and abound
in myriad happy nooks
that frequent readers see all round,
throughout their favorite books.


This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

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