Books Are Soldiers
Books are soldiers gaily dressed, standing grave and tall, Like a halting regiment close against the wall; They have marched through many lands, over meadows green, Cities great and monuments and rivers they have seen; All year long they wait to tell you wondrous things they know If you'll only listen; — Soldiers in a row, Tell me what you have to tell, Of the things you know so well; Tell me, soldiers, gaily dressed, standing grave and tall, Like a halting regiment, close against the wall. by Annette Wynne












