Ode to a Bookend

 Now the lion roars in silence
 Haunting phrases bound in covers,
 Mane on paws unsharpened resting,
 Stoic stillness never broken.
 Solidly he lies in waiting,
 Words unseeing, deaf to meaning,
 Yet in majesty he lives,
 Bringing joy to one who watches.
 Will that one the words uncover,
 Will the lessons he discover,
 Or will he, lion-like, live on 
 In ignorance of life and love? 

Published by Norman Reid

I worked for the U.S. Department of Agriculture for 27 years in the field of rural community and economic development. I retired a few years ago and have been devoting my time to photography and writing. I've been a semi-pro photographer for more than 25 years and sell my work on the Web. I live in rural Virginia not far from the Shenandoah Valley.

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