The Ladies of the Library

I am very fond of our local library, and fonder still of the learned and kind ladies there.

It is almost three years ago that the library celebrated a May as “Poetry Month.”  Floor to ceiling on a hallway wall appeared a depiction of  “The Poe-Tree.”
 
Twisted brown paper made a twisty trunk and branch, and construction paper cutouts – a leafy crown of green. A table underneath bore three supplies:  scotch tape, bright red circular paper apples, and slips of white paper. Upon the slips patrons were urged to write verses of their choice, tape these to an apple, and the apple on the tree.
 
In time “The Poe-Tree” sparkled white on red and red on green without any contribution made by me. For this, my wayward way, I received the scolding due. I promised to improve, and here is my result:

                         I proclaim the Ladies of the Library
                         where Grace and Learning are the year-round rule
                         and old and young come year-round back to school.

Our friend, Rowena, former librarian, once said, "A library is a community of people, somewhat like a church, except that they don't all gather together at once."   Would you care to comment?