In the library, it is peaceful and quiet.
I walk up to the shelves, and there I sight it.
I grab a new book, my heart seems to sing.
But I have to whisper like a butterfly's wing.
I CANNOT run, but I CAN tippytoe.
I find a cozy spot on the rug, and there I go.
In the kids section, there I lay curled.
When I read it feels like I'm in a different world.
My book bag is a light feather when I leave home.
When I leave the library it’s a heavy stone.
--Megan S., 3rd-5th Grade