A Poem for Read a Book Day

Reading is under assault in the U.S.

Right-wing extremists across the country are trying to get books banned – to get them removed from public libraries and public schools – labeling any books that make them uncomfortable as immoral, pornographic, or “not age-appropriate” for students.

Some of the books they are trying to ban have been required reading in our schools for decades, like To Kill a Mockingbird. Huckleberry Finn, and The Diary of Anne Frank.

So Read a Book Day is more important than ever.

Julia Donaldson (1948 – ) born Julia Catherine Shield in Hamstead, London; prolific English author, playwright, songwriter, and performer, best known for rhyming stories for children, including The Gruffalo, Room on the Broom, and Stick Man.  Served as the UK Children’s Laureate (2011-2013).

To read Julia Donaldson’s wonderful poem “I Opened a Book” click:

I Opened a Book

by Julia Donaldson

I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.

I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.

I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.

I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.

“I Opened a Book” from Crazy Mayonnaisy Mum, © Julia Donaldson 2004 – Macmillan Children’s Books

Visual: “Books Afloft” by David Weisner

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Nona Blyth Cloud has lived and worked in the Los Angeles area for over 50 years, spending much of that time commuting on the 405 Freeway. After Hollywood failed to appreciate her genius for acting and directing, she began a second career managing non-profits, from which she has retired. Nona has now resumed writing whatever comes into her head, instead of reports and pleas for funding. She lives in a small house overrun by books with her wonderful husband.
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