I chose to share this poem because it is about a library. I loved the library; I loved all the books and dark corners. This is the poem I remember being posted on the wall in fifth grade. I was so proud!
The Library
The flipping of pages
is like the waves washing
against the shore
The quiet whisper of
children is like the wind
in trees
The 'shhh' of the librarian
is like the sand blowing
across a piece of paper
The library sounds like
a quiet night at the
beach
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