THE AURA AND PROMISE OF THE STACKS!

Poetry sleeps here

    Music rests here

Poetry is music--- Music 

    is poetry.

All Knowledge resides here

    only to become active

when spurred and caressed

    by the Hunan Mind!

Stories of all kinds.

     true and imaginative...

  stories to enchant children...

Stories of courageous men and

   women---stories of love and hate...

stories with lessons and morals...

     Stories to make people 

laugh...and weep.

Poetry---verse---about the miracle of life---

    the flowers, the sky, the wind, the

birds, the animals, a baby's toes, 

    puppy dogs...and baby ducks...

It underlies it all.

Ideas and Theories abound and lie 

              dormant here, 

     waiting to be...explored and

developed.

Languages, Philosophy, Science, Math,

     Medicine, Engineering...Theology---

It's all here, the knowledge of the ages.

Ah, its volumes likely contain all the

     Meanings and Metaphors

         of Life...

Love...and hate

War... and peace

Beauty...and ugliness

Victory...and defeat

Morality...and sin

Pride...and humility

Generosity...and selfishness

Originality...and monotony

Creativity...and sloth

Mercy...and unlove

Come and see-- in the  AURA and 

      LIGHT of the STACKS, 

            along with the

ever-present, unforgettable

    fragrant, yes, fragrant

smell of the paper leaves and

    aging bindings, some leather--

Come all  who thirst for knowledge

     and DRINK FROM THIS ...

                FOUNTAIN!

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BY MIL

4/28/16

Photo by Kindell Brinay Moore