Gizmo, where did you leave your book? (This is Gizmo, of whom we often speak.)
Anyone visiting The Neat Little Bookshop, will eventually meet this wee girl.
Today we pass on a poem by Ralph W. Bergengren; Jane, Joseph and John, Their Book of Verses, 1921*
My Pop is always buying books
So that Mom says his study looks
Just like an old bookstore. The bookshelves are so full and tall,
They hide the paper on the wall,
And there are books just everywhere,
On table, window-seat, and chair,
And books right on the floor.
And every little while he buys
More books, and brings them home and tries
To find a place where they will fit,
And has an awful time of it.
Once, when I asked him why he got So many books, he said, "Why not?"
I've puzzled over that a lot.
In a used bookshop we often hear this sentiment!
*Ralph Wilhelm Bergengren, author of The Comforts of Home.
