The Bookworm's Dream--By Helen Dowd--Canada

The Bookworm's Dream

I dreamt I was a bookworm, hungry for a book.
I slipped into a library--just thought I'd take a look.
I squirmed on down the aisles from A clear through to Z.
I slid from children's literature, right into to poetry.

Alas! I was exhausted. I stopped then in my quest.
I crawled into a volume, right next to *Edgar Guest.
He told of Sunday supper when his many friends dropped in.
So I pitched right in and joined him, midst the merriment and din.

I slithered on to #Shakespeare--I found him quite a bore.
But I read his poem, "Winter." Too cold, I read no more.
And then I heard "The Raven," by +Edgar Allan Poe.
His constant "tapping", "tapping" made me just want to go.

I wormed my way to @Woodsworth. I liked his rhyme and style.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud." I stayed there quite awhile.
I saw his "host of daffodils that shine like starts at night."
Reluctantly I left him. I thought it only right.

I wiggled on to ^Whittier. John Greenleaf, that's his name.
He told of a Judge and a maiden, and of their secret pain.
"It might have been. It might have been." These words rang in my ear.
And suddenly I awakened. And I was still right here.

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Author‘s note--* "Best of All Meals", Edgar A. Guest, # "Winter", by William Shakespeare+ "The Raven", Edgar Allan Poe @ "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud",. William Wordsworth ^ "Maud Muller", John Greenleaf Whittier

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Helen Dowd enjoys spending time at her computer, along side her husband of 56 years, writing poetry, story poems, stories about pets and life in general, as well as inspirational and Bible stories. She has one book published. Her stories and poems have been published in several Anthologies. She is presently a caregiver for her husband and sister, two dogs, four cats and 3 gold fish.