Written in Sep. 8th, in the Library
Written for the Library
It’s a smell of ink and paper;
It’s a taste of age and history;
It’s a palace of epics and eulogy;
It’s a land of minds and thoughts.
Ray of sun dances on
Every tip of the page,
Evergreen, color of leaves
Vigorously reflects into the room.
Edges of the oak shelves,
Slip through it a river of time.
Reeves Library, a place of expertise
Reeves Library, a home for all book-lovers.