Beautiful, aren't they?
And here in tribute, is a poem I wrote about them. And I assure you, this is all in fun. I'm not actually crazy. Or, at least not "lock me up in a padded room and feed me a bunch of pills" type of crazy. (Not yet.)
An Ode to My Bookshelves
Oh wondrous shelves of wood,
you hold so much in so small a space.
Countless worlds reside upon you,
which you bear with remarkable grace.
Pages upon pages of dreams and fears
find a home in your sturdy structure.
I go to you to find inspiration and hope.
The hearts of many you may puncture.
Tales of sadness, joy, celebration, and loss
lure me back time and again, day and night.
I fill my world with your wisdom and verse
until I am filled to the brink with delight.
Oh, glorious shelves, I adore the!
Oh, let me count the ways.
Well, okay, I won’t do that, but only because
I would have us all here for days!