“Go outside and play,” they said.
But there are too many books I haven’t read.
Up into the branches of my favorite tree
To smell the leaves and hear the breeze
Whisper, “Tell me a story. Read me a life.”
Ella Enchanted or Subtle Knife?
Inkheart, Holes, or Coraline?
Little Women, Twice Upon a Time?
I know why the caged bird sings.
I know why there were three rings.
Because of my summers in lofty nooks
Getting lost in pages of books.