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Oh, For a Book!
gate, garden, brick path
I used to have a copy of a poem about reading books, close to my old desk at work. In more recent years since my retirement, I'd forgotten all about it.

Just now, I somehow landed at my old Google website, which I abandoned several years ago after Google altered virtually everything about their "". The poem is on one of the pages.
Here goes:

"Looking up a Tree" -- My photo of a tree in Lewes, Delaware. (I LOVE looking straight up a tree trunk!)

"Oh for a book and a shady nook,

either in a door or out;

with the green leaves whispering overhead,

or the street cries all about.

Where I may read all at my ease,

both the new and old;

for a jolly good book whereon to look,

is better to me than gold."

by John Wilson


English Farm Door --photographer unknown

"English Farm Door" (photographer unknown)

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Either In a Door or Out

When I was young, I read all the time. I don't think I ever had much success reading outdoors, though. Indoors always seemed so much more comfortable, so you would find me reclined in any and every position on a sofa reading and reading. I think back on those days almost with a sort of envy... I wish I could so structure my time as to read a lot more today! Thanks for sharing the poem!


Re: Either In a Door or Out

Hi, Brandon!
Thanks for telling us what it was like for you!

I so get it, not so much about reading outside being a bit of a challenge but about that kind of envy for those days! I've always been a slow reader but, somehow back then, I read a huge amount of books.

"Too many books, Too little time."

We may get another chance. In response to the question "Will there be books in Heaven?" C S Lewis wrote,
"Yes. But only the books we've given or lent." ;-D

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