freshly hewn out of old wood
you are going to be my pride and joy
you were a part of all my fantasies
and though i always dream't that
you would be full wall length
now you seem so right.

will stack all my Austen,
and Blyton
in a mock haphazard way

you will grow old in your own way
all my books will find their home

a treasure trove you will be
i know
it comes from a child
who discovered the joy of reading
from her aunts old
english prize books
stacked away in a old bookshelf.