" Lewis loved to read; and, as his father's house was filled with books, he felt that finding a book to read was as easy as walking into a field and "finding a new blade of grass". "
For where else can a child's imagination be thrilled with adventure, love and intrigue but
in carefully crafted words and artistic images upon the these tender pages?
For when we curl upon the couch, breathing in the tale, time is lost and our hearts engaged,
a story so captivating, it's delight transcends mothers, daughters, grandparent's ages...
Yes, my sweet children run through a field, each blade of grass a captivating tale,
Grasp one in your tiny hands and hide with it in a cozy nook... what will you find?
Giants, fairies, castles, birds and whales!
By my front door, there you will find, no welcome mat or coat hook,
For in the way you'll find a richer welcome,
The invitation to sit, and read a wondrous book.
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