Bookjoy! Around the World
We can read, you and I.
See letters become words,
and words become books
we hold in our hands.
We hear whispers
and roaring rivers in the pages,
bears singing
funny tunes to the moon.
We enter spooky gray castles,
And in our hands flowering trees climb
to the clouds. Bold girls fly;
boys fish for sparkling stars.
You and I read, round and round,
Bookjoy around the world.
By Pat Mora
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