In The Library

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