Across the square of towns old-gold
A stroll up steps to Carnegie’s soul
A caressing hand on door-frame-wood
Graced by an awe as truly one should
Footsteps stroll whilst eyes they gaze
A vision lit up by the afternoon rays
Carvings of art; the swirling stairs
A balcony; elegant with body sunk chairs
Book shelf soldiers, newspaper pews
An area for children and the rest of us too!
An allowance for culture where artist may share
A place to stand, ponder and stare
Arch ways stand like a time piece torn
History’s wealth in timber reborn
Of what was once and is here still
The character embedded inspires a thrill
Fingers stroll over banister rails
Feet glide soundly on a balcony trail
Windows so elegant, where dreams can fly
Carved in yesteryear – pleasant to the eye
A Library? Nay, this mortars much more
A community? Yes, without doubt, for sure
The character, the elegance, the vision to see
The cherished town library of Carnegie