Don Mulford ,My Book</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=28.htm>Don Mulford </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>My Book</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>I've had my book for many years; who knows from whence it came?<br>Perhaps it was a Christmas gift from some forgotten name.<br>Perhaps a rummage sale was where I found this book of mine,<br>But I've perused it, front to back, and treasured every line.<br>And now it's dog eared and it's scuffed; The cover's rubbed and worn,<br>But still its words encourage me, though many a page is torn!<br>I've read it in my times of stress;It's helped me through my grief,<br>It's magnified my happy days with joys beyond belief!<br>Each day I've read a verse or two in search of inspiration.<br>No matter if I'm glad or sad, it's met my expectation.<br>I'd find some well remembered lines and read them through once more,<br>Secure in knowing that those words would help me as before!<br>I read them still; It matters not that I recall each page.<br>They've been a bulwark through the years, from youth to Golden Age.<br>And I have treasured my small book, since I was but a stripling!<br>Who authored this inspiring work? <br>A man named Rudyard Kipling.</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>