Sweetness and Light,
Please take Tariel's time and effort as a compliment. No one spends that much time commenting on poetry they don't like. Lord knows, I find it awkward to simply praise a poem. What's the point in my existence? And I have to say, your poems are so tight and so well-phrased that I am left shivering in the rain. Could you at least offer SOME little pitty-pats for me to chew on? Imagine a little kitten looking up at you with apricot eyes.
I regret that I am not responding to your poem but to your theme. I always carried books with me, because the grown-ups were boring and had no interest in the thought processes of children. So it was books, books, books, unless my cousins and siblings gathered together to invade the hay stacks and the manure patches and the old and new eggs and the fluttering chickens and the irritated rooster. The weeds in the vegetable garden and the trucks blaring horns down a country road that had somehow become a highway. Kids perched like produce in the mimosa tree, drinking root beer and smoking candy cigarettes, pretending we were pirates and robbers.
How awful for you, to not have books, and be conscripted into the conversation of boring adults!
To this day I hate that situation.