A Writer's Passion

 

 

Literatures Graveyard

 

Cobwebs now replace the lace.

Forgotten books left in their place.

Upon the shelves seen miles around.

All those stories left unbound.

 Once a place full of grace.

Children's laughter

Echoing all over the place.

Now barely echo's one sound.

 For not one person is around.

 “Until the midnight hour “.           

For Once the clock strikes twelve-o-clock,

  Books on bookshelves start to rock.

 Page upon pages come to strife,

Narrating each books life.

Imaginations run abound

Echoing the glorious sound.

 As angels wait at Peter's Gate

, welcome new comers of ill's fate.

  Romeo and Juliet

 Reciting of their true love

 No one shall forget.

 Moby Dick, Peter Pan,

Pride and Prejudice

 Return to Never-Never Land.                                

 From Hemingway to Robert Frost,

 Treasured Authors

That may have passed,

But never lost.

Poetry and stories

 Brought back to life

 After the hour

Of Midnight

 S. Glover.  5\21/2013.       

            I only own the words of the poem, just borrowing the photo's