Mrs Enginerd Poetry

The Nook

A space to grow,
To read,
To learn.

A spot to rest,
To lay my head and heal.
To curl up with a book and dream of unsung heroes.

The joy of visiting far away lands,
Of imagining fantastic worlds and people can never be surpassed.
Not even when they bring to life the characters on book or film.
This never gives it justice.

If only I could stay in here,
Cuddled up and free.
But alas another day has come and gone and I must go to sleep.
Tomorrow we shall meet again, good nook.
Keep the book safe for me.

By MrsEnginerd

Engineer, DIY enthusiast, world traveler, avid reader, pitbull owner, and nerd whisperer. 😎🤓😘🐶

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