The Library
I dreamed a house of
books, and where the sun
could wonder: and a
seemly sense of space
be resident within the
working place,
and reading spots be
there for everyone;
somewhere the seasons
would be known to pass
as people read or
talked; and baby rhyme
be opened by the page,
and storytime,
and children’s voices
sing behind the glass.
And there would be a
garden alongside
where water flowed, and
plants could breathe; and you
and I could find
the reasons to be true
to leisure, and the
leisurely confide;
a bright, uplifting place
where life could play, a ready measure of
community.
Alan Alexander (Cowaramup 25th March 2013)
RIP Alan, you were a lovely man who brought lots of joy and will be missed by the whole community.
Such fond memories of this remarkable man, so gifted, kind and generous , he will be dearly missed 😢
These beautifully written words of Alan ,convey soo much !
I can hear his voice reciting these words ,he has truly captured Margs Library!
So thankful to have known him 🌻
Joce T
Farewell to a lovely man, who wrote delightful poetry for us !