From A Book Upon A Table
You might ask me how I’ve spent my day.
You may ask me if it’s been worthwhile.
Literature and Lyrics I’m thankful to say
Have been my friend and sung to me with style.
History is of importance
History from whence we came
History and circumstance
The truth is all the same
From a book upon a table
A second book upon the floor.
Reading all that one is able
Insatiable and wanting more.
Gleaning insight not from fable
Sympathetic through the core
From the pathway to the gable
Empathetically sore.
hairbyrobert 
Another nice one, Robert. Wish I could write rhyming poems as well as you do. Sorry to have been absent from the blogosphere recently. We were without internet for two weeks, and then I was in the US for nearly another two. Gosh, I’m glad to be home in Cuenca.
Hugs from Ecuador,
Kathy
Thank you Kathy. Glad to know you are up and running. Wish we could have had a visit while you were here. Maybe next time.
Cheers,
R.
Your words upon this page are very nice. I like the imagery and I know the insatiate desire of never having enough books upon the table.
My dear Samantha,
May your tables and chairs, in all ways, be filled with the best of friends.
Cheers,
R.
Hi,
I enjoyed reading your poem. It awoke in me memories of the past, where I hovered over my books reading the material that I needed to learn while attending the university. But not only those times were awoken, I thought also of the present and how I am still reading and hovering over books, gleaning ideas and knowledge that open doors for me.
Thank you. The imagery you used made me realize how fortunate I am to have a love for books and reading.
Shalom,
Patricia
Dear Pat,
Thank you for stopping by and for your thoughtful comment.
Yes, yes… the privilege to leave the house with one book, yet return with three.
Peace,
R.