The following poem makes an unusual comparison between reading books and traveling in rockets
Take off with books

Take off with books
Not with rocket's roar
Take off in silence
And in fancy soar
At rocket speed
To every land and time
And see, spread out beneath
Past, present, future
As you higher climb
Explore those worlds
The rocket cannot reach
Troy, Camelot, and Crusoe's lonely beach
No path forbid, no darkling secret hid
Books reached the moon
Before real rockets did

Ogden Nash