Another World

I hop into a world,

Colors and images dart by as I race

Through page by page.


Words that ebb and flow,

Pulling and pushing me in

A midnight rolling tide.


A simple book,

Changes the way I think 

With every page turned.


Why can't a classroom be like a book?

Warm, inviting, imaginative; an adventure,

Daring you to take it.



Filled with books 

Yet no imagination grows.


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