I wanted to sit and write a post about all the awesome schools and libraries I visited during August, and into September, for Bookweek – which actually stretches over the whole month. But somehow, my post turned into a poem, which I hope captures what I do and why I do what I do. So here it is:
A Book Week Poem
Bookweek comes but once a year
Visiting schools both far and near
To tell the world that’s reading’s fun
And spread the joy to every one.
I read my books and talk a lot
Answer questions on the spot
Laugh and cry and laugh some more
And meet young readers by the score.
Give clues for writing for keen minds
And share some favourite literary finds
Not minding (too much) early morns
Leaving home before day dawns
And driving driving to get where
I need to be to chat and share
Or flights that take me far from home
I love to travel and to roam.
My voice struggles to get through
But lozenges and water too
Keep me going every day
To say the things I want to say.
And as one week stretches to four
And back and eyes and feet grow sore
I still feel pumped by what I do
And draw such energy from you
The readers who I get to meet
On this awesome Bookmonth beat.
Thanks to every school and library which hosted me over August, and into September. And a special thanks to the hundreds of young readers who engaged so enthusiastically in my sessions.
I love my job!