THE BOOK

To open it and not be able to put it down,
To love some of the characters,
To hate some too,
To try to guess the end,
And find out that you were right,

To leave the housework,
Just to get another chapter read,
To go to sleep bleary eyed,
Just before finishing a page,

To keep the pages turning,
Savouring every one,
To be absolutely lost in the magic that is,
The Book.

Margaret Fearn

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THE GUIDE DOG

How magnificent he was.
Guiding his Master through the busy train station,

DARK WINTERS NIGHT

What a night,
The rain pelted the windows,
The sound heavier
As the hours progressed

MISTY MORNING

Misty, grey, November morning,
Everything still,
The sky is grey,
As the rain falls

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