Just a Book?

 

 

It’s a letter in a bottle

bobbing blindly in the sea,

it’s a verdant leaf in summer

hanging halfway up a tree,

it’s a pebble sleeping softly

in a gently flowing brook

but it’s never, no it’s never,

no it’s never just a book.

 

It’s the topping on your pizza

as it sits upon your plate,

it’s the fish that you’ve been after

as you hook it with your bait,

it’s a cupboard of ingredients

all waiting for the cook

but it’s never, no it’s never,

no it’s never just a book.

 

It’s a soldier in a battle

as he launches a grenade,

it’s a hunter in a forest

as she sharpens up her blade,

it’s a playmate, it’s a bully,

it’s a policeman, it’s a crook

but it’s never, no it’s never,

no it’s never just a book.

 

It’s a parcel of ideas,

it’s a package full of tools,

it’s a field full of freedom,

it’s a folder full of rules,

it’s a fancy flight of fantasy

so come and have a look - 

see it’s never, no it’s never,

no it’s never just a book!

(published in I Don't Like Poetry)

 

 

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