My best friend loves to watch TV
He’s always making fun of me
Because on rainy afternoons
While he is staring at cartoons
I’m far away – but right next door
Searching through my treasure store
I have no gold but if you look
You’ll see I have a precious book.
It’s full of tales from long ago
Once read aloud by fire glow.
I sit and savour every word
I look up those I’ve never heard
I see the heroes and the thieves
The monsters and the talking trees.
The images run through my head
So even when I go to bed
Witches, giants and dragons leap
From every page into my sleep.
My friend says ‘Oh, just boring words’
And ‘Reading is a job for nerds.
Why don’t you watch this show with me?
How can a book compare with TV?’
You’ll know this if you’ve ever read
The pictures are better in your head!
2015
Photo description: Gold-edged pages catch the sun as a hard-back book is lifted from a wooden bookcase.