Showing posts with label the bookshop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the bookshop. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 June 2016

Jack memoir poem



WALT: write a memoir poem
The Bookshop was usual enough; it had
shelves of books,a desk, a card stand, a roof
over it and even a shelf of Teddies I never looked at.
My brother and I did what all avid book readers do -searched along
the infinite shelves, flicked through books,checked
price tags, took books off the shelves,
scanned our eyes across the pages,
skim read or looked for another book.
Doing nothing important.



                           Jack