The Library by Barbara A. Huff
It looks like any building
When you pass it on the street,
Made of stone & glass & marble,
Made of iron & concrete.
But once inside you can ride
A camel or a train,
Visit Rome, Siam, or Nome,
Feel a hurricane,
Meet a king, learn to sing,
How to bake a pie.
Go to sea, plant a tree,
Find how airplanes fly.
Train a horse, and of course
Have all the dogs you'd like,
See the moon, a sandy dune,
Or catch a whopping pike.
Everything that books can bring
You'll find inside those walls.
A world is there for you to share
When adventure calls.
You cannot tell it's magic
By the way the building looks,
But there's wonderment within it,
The wonderment of books.