As a child
it amazed me
that people
could write things
almost as incredible
as the stuff in my mind.
Do you mean
you can write those things down,
and people will read them,
adding their own sounds?
It’s hard to find words
to describe
how much words
mean to me.
It’s like living in a city
that grows
new streets every day.
I hope growing up
doesn’t mean
I stop loving
the words in the books…
the stories in the books…
the adventures in those books…
that I read today.
© Joel Tipple
Write here, Joel. 
Never, ever stop reading. This is beautiful.
Thank you!
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Lovely – I can so relate to this
My Mother passed along her love of reading to me. I wish my boys were readers, too. They’d rather be on the computer. I’d be lost without books.
Growing up only made that feeling stronger 🙂
Thank you, Joel. Very good to read your words.
You’re welcome. Thanks for stopping by!
Just a few hours ago I was working on the post that talks about this very thing. Thanks for the like “on poetry”.
You’re welcome!
Joel….Why We Read:
http://aholisticjourney.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-writing-process-ii-why-we-read-part-4/
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