by Susan Chapek
With apologies to Fred Rogers
It's words I love.
It's not the book I read,
It's not the electronic feed,
But it's words I love.
It's words all by themselves,
The magic there inside them—
Not the things that hide them,
Not the books—
Books are just outside them.
But it's words I love—
Their shape and sound and rhythm,
The stories they bring with them
Whether old or new.
On Kindle or on Nook,
On a compact disc or in a book—
It's words I love,
The words themselves,
It's words, it's words I love.
Beautifully said, Susan. I fought electronic reading for a long time and received a Nook from my family for Christmas. I have to say I love having the Nook as a reading option, especially at night because my husband can sleep while I read. You put it into perspective that the words are what we love as readers.
ReplyDeleteI do love my electronic reader too, (it has helped my wife to sleep a little better at night) mainly because of the ease with which I can access books.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is very much to the point and something to keep in mind!
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