The first contact I had with Julia Donaldson was on the
occasion of reading her poem about entering a book.
It was gloriously told how she entered the book and how
it took her over doing marvelous things for her until finally
back she is thrust into the world of everyday life. Such a
delightful poem and tribute to the wonderful thing we call
books! Amazing and Julia Donaldson was the author’s name
I remembered the name Julia Donaldson but for several years
that was all I knew about her to my shame. Now I understand
that Miss Julia Donaldson has a wide berth of literary
accomplishments both in the field of literature and in the performance
arts_ and is claimed by the British to boot.
What can we Americans do? We are relegated to the audience
and there we remain while she sings and writes and creates a world of
enjoyment for all of us. Carry on Miss Donaldson. You are worthy
of our praise.
I Opened A Book
I opened a book and in I strode
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.
