“For
my fifth birthday, my father gave me a very fat book called
The Book of a Thousand Poems. I loved it.
I read the poems, recited them, learnt them, and then started making up some of
my own.” – Julia Donaldson
English creative writer, playwright
and performer – born Sept. 16, 1948 – is best known for her popular
rhyming stories for children, although many “older” writer friends I know like
to say: “I like her poems and stories
too.” Originally a children's
television songwriter, Donaldson has concentrated on books since the words of
her 1993 song, "A Squash and a Squeeze,” were made into a children’s
book. Her 1990s creation of a character
and book called The Gruffalo,
catapulted her to worldwide fame.
Of her nearly 200 published works,
about one-third are widely available, while the other two-thirds are intended
for schools as part of the Oxford University Press's “Reading Tree” series to encourage and support kids' creative writing. She has won nearly 3 dozen major writing
awards and also been awarded both the Order and Commander of the British Empire from the Queen
for her services to British literature. For
Saturday’s Poem, here is Donaldson’s,
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.
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.
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