The books pile high,
by the walls paved in gold,
A book in black leather,
Printed on Indian paper.

It sits up high,
on its throne of papyrus,
J.C on the front.

Who is J.C?
an old owner,

A page in history,
the only place to learn.

The pages all old and worn,
the maps tell of a land,
Westerners have forgot.

The original words written,
in the language of this land,
but of the tongue long ago.

now lets leave this place,
This place in mind,
the island of Syros,

A place i spent some time,
memories of time,
a child playing with dice.

Time to enjoy the age,
of this digital revolution,
ok, shall we stay?

© 2014-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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