Jerry Behr Number 2
The Wordsmith - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
The Wordsmith sat in front of his anvil ready to commence his work,
he starts up the bellows of his mind. Firing up his passions, airing his thoughts,
increasing the heat of his thoughts until they become red hot; then the words are
ready for forging. At his anvil the Wordsmith can hammer thoughts and words at his forge,
latching his sentences that they may fly between hills or mountain gorge.
The Wordsmith has been plying his craft all his life; it’s all he knew, it didn’t matter to him
if he received low or no wages he just carried on his craft regardless. To the Wordsmith
the fire of the forge kept him warm during life’s long journey, the fire also kept him company.
With an anvil the Wordsmith can create different scenarios and have different
perspectives hoping people would understand his work and not be indifferent.
The Wordsmith’s craft is an ancient craft going back thousands of years
transcending many civilizations and cultures. Over the millennia the tools of the
Wordsmith’s craft has changed with the passage of time. Far back in the past he
used a quill and a candle to hammer off his words and see if he could change society.
In his words he shows great truths and integrity showing great loyalty and propriety.
Over the passing of time came the pencil, then later, and much much better the
fountain pen, and together with the oil lamp these improvements set the Wordsmith free. However, the revolution really began with the invention of the mechanical typewriter and the electric light glob and then, boohaahaahaaaaaa. However, the Wordsmith might have been free
he’s still tormented and beholden to a publisher to show his words to society so they could see.
During the late 20th Century and in the beginning of the 21st Century came the
development of the computer and word processing; now this becomes the Wordsmith’s
brand new anvil to work on. Booohaahaahaaaaaaaa, now the Wordsmith can write whatever
he desires and not be beholden to publishers for now he can make his own book.
Be totally free to write whatever he likes and show society a completely different out look.
Not necessarily is the Wordsmith going to write chrysanthemum poetry anymore or rhythm and rhyme or nice anecdotes. Rather the Wordsmith might attack governments and criticize society
for its wrongs, educate people that not all is hunkydory with their country.
For such freedoms the Wordsmith is really greatly reliant on a free and democratic society
as Australia; in other countries the freedom loving Wordsmith would be shot for his piety.
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