Book Sale

Today was the annual book sale;
The library's cleaning house.
Six books for five dollars -
No way one could grouse.

Paperbacks just a quarter,
VHS fifty cents;
Even with both our arms full,
It won't be a big expense.

We tarried an hour, searching
Through boxes arranged so neatly;
Like raccoons who root through trash cans,
We pawed through each pile completely.

Some treasures were there, just hoping
That someone who knew their worth
Would claim them and delve inside for
The magic there to unearth.

My husband chose factual hardbooks:
Biography and lots of history;
I picked one how-to on quilting,
And softbooks of fiction and mystery.

We each left the book sale quite happy,
Delighted with our souvenirs.
I can't wait to tackle my pile -
As soon as I finish last year's!