Yes, I know it isn’t Friday. It’s Saturday morning. All day yesterday, my internet was shaky. I babysat most of last night, and didn’t get on until ten-ish. My internet went off for some odd reason last night before I was able to post anything.

Many kid lit bloggers do a thing called Poetry Friday. I thought that I might start as well. I came across this poem a couple weeks ago and fell in love with it.

O for a Booke

O for a Booke and a shadie nooke,
eyther in-a-doore or out;
with the Greene leaves whispering overhede,
or the Streete cryes all about
where I maie Reade all at my ease,
both of the Newe and Olde;
for a jollie goode Booke whereon to looke,
is better to me than Golde.

~John Wilson