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.

Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II

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