Writer and Reader

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I am from books,

a treasure trove –

1000’s of pages,

gold doubloons piling up

in the caverns of my mind.

I am from Shaken Days and Baby Island,

Toyland and Stranger in a Strange Land,

from a raft made of bunk beds

floating down the Ohio River into the Amazon jungle.

I am from stories stolen from the pages,

captured with the wind in a tree,

a surreptitious flashlight under the bed covers,

a hammock swinging amidst the cherries.

I am from worlds inhabited

by hobbits and the ghosts of Green Knowe,

by kelpies and water fairies

and the Prince of Donegal.

I am from a myriad of times.

I’ve walked the streets of ancient Rome,

and the dark forests of Colonial Massachusetts.

I’ve flown across the country with the barnstormers of the 30’s

and against Thread with the dragons of Pern.

I am from words flowing into my soul and back out again in the stories I write.

I am a reader and a writer.

I can be anything.