The book is entitled "100 Best Poems for Children". I find it utterly fascinating. It's cover is worn. The pages are stained, stiff, and old. It smells of many years passed. And in the front cover is the signature of a reader dated in 1934. It captured my attention the immidiate second I peered at the words. And so I grabbed a pen. Wrote my name in best clarity. Wrote the year. And set the book carefully atop a stack of others on my bottom bookshelf. It's small and tired. But yet it holds a collection of tales some past wroter put to paper. It may seem worthless to many. But such things mean the world to me.
