Great Regulars: Most of us love to find things, and

to discover a quarter on the sidewalk can make a whole day seem brighter. In this poem, Robert Wrigley, who lives in Idaho, finds what's left of a Bible, and describes it so well that we can almost feel it in our hands.

Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 191

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