A reader in our youth
those days of simplicity of yon' years
our world at one time had no books, no written words
that fell into the hands of the people
who told tales
tall tales, colorful tales and tales
of our very history.
Why do we not champion
the inventors and thinkers who believed
that stories should be written and shared forever
encouraging those ancestors
who wanted to tell
their life for those in some future day
dusty breaking mystery.
Why do we read
some just have a yearning to explore
to travel in the minds of those who open their hearts
revealing the secrets
that lurk sweetly
waiting to whisper in your ear
so very whispery.
For every story
that finds its way onto a virgin white page
there is a reader who spends the time enjoying the day
of a story untold
characters that come alive
battling their personal weakness or championed
rich and solid as you and me.
We read
because we love the bond between you and me
the tales of things unsought
the scary, the unrequited love or pain
we read
because it makes us happy.
barb
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