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Fragonard
Another from my 'publishing' past!
I left teaching at 3.00 p.m. on my sixtieth birthday, and started work as a copywriter at 4.00 p.m. the same day! I felt so grown-up after forty years 'at school'!
This poem was originally written as part of an advertising campaign when I worked for a Publisher.
I left teaching at 3.00 p.m. on my sixtieth birthday, and started work as a copywriter at 4.00 p.m. the same day! I felt so grown-up after forty years 'at school'!
This poem was originally written as part of an advertising campaign when I worked for a Publisher.
THE INNER WORLD.
Enter the World of Literature, the Theatre of the Mind.
Stand entranced at the miracles that you will surely find.
All that you ask of life is there, all that your spirit needs.
Piety, bravery, wit are there for anyone who reads.
Fantasies rich as tapestries hang for your feasting eyes,
Facts that may seem fantastical, truths from the sage and wise.
The Vision Splendid beckons, you need no further look.
Enter the World of Literature.
Simply pick up a Book.
Life as a book and bookends here:
4 comments:
So true! This would make a lovely plaque for a library or reading room wall.
Well said. I wish more people would read books, they don't know what they're missing!
Sunny :)
The whole world awaits within the cover of a book. Great poem full of truth.
I think I'll get this poem autographed by you someday and put up in my new home's library :-)))
How interesting... you were jobless just for an hour..!!! Shows talent.
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