Wordsmith Poem by Tony Adah
Wordsmith
He sat bent
Like corn in a great storm
Between the anvil and hammer
Of paper and pen
Wriggles and wiggles
And scribbles his famous craft
To some folks bad verses.
He stops to listen
To himself rather
Than to his critics
Then thought flow rained
Like a great muse reigns.
Listening to others
Makes him miss his craft
Which he bears in wintry winds
Or in sultry clime
Good Or bad.
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5/4/2024 12:58:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Listening to others carefully presents beautiful patience and affection. Wonderful poem shared on the desk.