Wordsmith - Poem by Ryan Brodesser
Monday, November 19th,2012,10: 05 AM.
finished May 19,2013
I am the wordsmith, poet and forger of hymns
My pencil is my hammer, and words my steel and iron
And with this I create my art as I whim
I am an artist, with pencils, paper is What I ply
No need of colours, mixes and wheels
no need of paint have I.
One day, at tongs and hammer I wrote
Until a rather silly fellow came and quote
“Why sir, what a fool you must be! ”
“ To waste such time on something so carefree! ”
And upon hearing this I looked up and laughed
“ And what other sort of thing should I craft? ”
Weapons and murder with edges that end lives
or perhaps tool to harvest onions, lettuce, potatoes and chives?
O maybe a forger of steel armoured plates
or hinges to guard a kings iron gates
No! I am the wordsmith, and pen is my sword
And with it my grasp I am truly a lord
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