This is encouraging.

My town library is the busiest library I have known. After coffee shops, it is the choice place to meet. This month they are encouraging patrons to voice their reasons why they visit. Just look at the response. Fisher’s residents love their library!

Oh the love of books
Stacked gently on wooden shelves
Some musty, worn and well read
Pages dog-eared and torn

Other books sit idly by
Memories conjured
The desk they sat upon
Lovingly worded. The author as alone.

Yes! my sentiments. As a child the library was a second home for me too. It was a welcoming place on par with my bedroom and the open field across the street.

Growing up in a small town, I rode my bike to the library during summer vacation. I know right, NERD! I would walk down the rows of books and soak in the thoughts. Even reading the titles I felt I knew what existed within the cover. The highlight was checking out the gems I found not thinking of the haul I would carry in my backpack. They were heavy.

As a teenager, I volunteered for a summer. I was responsible for making copies using a mimeograph machine. (Those machines no longer exist. The copier took over. Thank goodness, those other machines were huge and used carbon paper which was a mess. Although they did break down less often.) Anyhow, the librarians loved me and it was not until I was older I understood the reason why…less work for them.

Sigh! As happy as going to a used book store. I favor weekends spent in a musty old building, looking for an out-of-print book or finding a new poet. I cannot think of a better place other than the beach. Even better is bringing a book to the beach along with a writing notebook. Oh! and my camera.
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There is a reason to celebrate! The modern library is bustling; drinks are allowed and electronics buzz. A peace remains, a quiet separate from the natural world, but just as inviting.

The library in Fishers brings the town together unlike any other place. The children’s space is separated from the adult section allowing children to interact without feeling the need to whisper. They speak as if they were at home. Mother’s mingle and make new friends. Everyone is happy at the Fisher’s Public Library!! Cheers!!

This is the poem-in-my pocket today:

There is no Frigate like a Book... | Words will Never Hurt Me... | Pi ...

 

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