Wordsmith Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Ryan Brodesser

Monday, November 19th,2012,10: 05 AM.

finished May 19,2013


Wordsmith


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