read every book
he ever saw.
When he stepped in the road
he was reading a book.
He didn't pause.
He didn't look.
A car was speeding
down the street.
It didn't stop
for our young Pete.
Peter Allister
made a horrendous mistake.
He still reads books,
but now he's flat
as
a
p
a
n
c
a
k
e.
I'm so glad we have libraries and librarians. Because like Peter Allister I like to read books. Can you write a poem today about your library or about books? Have fun writing.
You must have a silver penny to get into Fairyland. Blanche Jennings Thompson
