My Books

Do you see what I see-

The words on a page?

My books make me feel better

After a long day.

I enter my room,

And sit in my nook,

And I turn, and I turn

The pages of my book.

Is it Harry Potter I read?

Or, is it White Fang, come and see.

Books are not just words, you know.

They are tales that our minds transform

Into shows.

Now that you know how I love to read,

I don’t mind saying “Excuse me.”

I happen to have three books in my room

That require my attention very soon.

This poem is about: 
Me

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