*A/N this is a golden shovel poem. For those who don't know what that is, it's essentially taking a poem already written that you love and rewriting it while still using mostly the same words and meaning, but making it your own. Emily Dickinson is my inspiration (her version, the original, is listed first)*

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll.

How frugal is the chariot

That bears the human soul.

-Emily Dickinson

Nothing compares in the likes of a book-

Our vessel to lands afar.

The page, the sail to catch the wind

And words our guiding star.

The journey offered fastidiously,

Caring not for who you are.

The keel asks naught in return

Save company for which it yearns

-MK Crenshaw