The Indignant Neighbor “The Book” (work in progress)

David had always loved books. From the moment he learned how to read, he was captivated by the stories, the characters, and the endless possibilities that books provided. Which is why he loved the little library book box he had built in his front yard, It was a bright yellow, his late wife’s favorite color. He filled it with their favorite books for anyone to borrow and enjoy.

The little library was a hit with the neighborhood kids, who would stop by every day to borrow books. David would stock the box with a variety of titles, from children’s books to mysteries, biographies, and novels.

As he stocked the box with books one sunny afternoon, a man walked by with his dog. David smiled and waved, but the man seemed more interested in the book box. He walked up to David, scowling at one particular book.

“What is this?” he asked, holding up the tattered book. “This looks more like trash than a book.”

David was taken aback. He had put that book in the box because it was one of his particular favorites. Sure, the cover was worn and the pages were yellowed with age, but the story inside was still as compelling as ever.

Before David could respond, the man walked away, muttering under his breath. David felt a surge of anger and frustration, but then he had an idea. David had a way with words, he had received many honors as a poet laureate.

He took out a pen and wrote a poem inside the book, hoping that someone who opened it would be inspired to keep it and appreciate its value. He wrote about the power of books, how they could transport readers to different times and places, and how they could connect people across generations.

When he finished writing, David placed the book back in the box, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He knew that the man who had insulted the book might never read his poem, but he hoped that others who borrowed the book would be moved by his words.

Over the next few weeks, David watched as people came and went from his little library book box. Some took books and returned them, while others left new books for others to enjoy. And every time he saw someone take out the old and tattered book, he felt a sense of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, his poem had inspired someone to see the value in that old book. Maybe they had discovered the same love for books that David had and would pass it on to others. He watched and noticed people were taking the old book out, then after they read it they put it back. They loved it that much they wanted to continue sharing it with others. Some of them even left notes of thanks, telling him how much they had enjoyed the poem and the book.

From that day on, David made sure that the little library was always stocked with a mix of old and new books. He knew that even the most worn-out book could still have a story to tell and a message to share. And he hoped that his little library would continue to inspire people to read, learn, and explore new worlds.

As he continued to watch the book box from his front porch, David knew that he had created something special. And he was grateful for the opportunity to share his love of books with his neighbors, one little library book box at a time.

Dear old book, with your cover worn,

Your pages yellowed and forlorn,

Do not despair, you’re not as you seem,

Your story holds a treasure gleam.

Within your pages, lies a world so vast,

Full of characters, both first and last,

Their tales of woe and joy and pain,

Will live on, again and again.

Your words are like a time machine,

A portal to places we’ve never seen,

To moments in history, so long past,

But still alive, in your story cast.

So do not worry, old and wise,

Your worth is seen, through more than eyes,

Your legacy lives on, in every word,

A masterpiece, forever heard.


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