This poem isn't exactly eye-catching. The language doesn't do anything for me, and there's nothing particularly interesting about the poem itself. But I think the last stanza says something that rings true to any kid from a small town who counted on books to help them escape. To this day, my local public library is still my escape from real life, as well as a place that has helped define me as a person, for better or worse. Enjoy!
Bookmobile, by Joyce Sutphen