THE BOOK
(c) Edward York
The day had started to fade away,
The sun was almost asleep.
All the battles yet not fought,
I thought would surely keep.
I would settle in an easy chair,
but first I'd take a look.
I would chase the battles of the day,
And shield them with a book.
The thoughts of stories I would choose,
Had just started to take shape.
I thought a classic might be the best,
To help with my escape.
So nestled in the cushion deep.
With a bourbon by my side.
I picked a book I'd read before,
To take it for a ride.
I knew that many could be the one,
And help to save the day,
And you could never go wrong,
With Melville or Hemingway.