The Poem


– Hi, I’m Dennis Canfield. I’m a member of the Western
Springs Writers’ Society, and I’m also the author of
a Christmas story called, “Back to Christmas,” and a book
of children’s poetry called, “The Robin and the Sparrow.” The poem that I have for
you, today is called, “The Poem.” It’s a true story,
I’ll never forget it. I was in my office
on Friday morning, about 8:30, 9:00, I
had a ton of stuff I had to get done that
day, and I’m thinking, “How am I going to get
all of this stuff done?”, when (loud knocking) a
poem knocks on my door. (audience laughing) – Great, this is exactly
what I don’t need right now. I’ll just ignore it,
maybe it’ll go away. Does it go away? Of course not. Poems are relentless.
They never go away. So a minute later
(loud knocking) Open up, I know you’re in there. Go away, I don’t have time
for you today. (loud knocking) Too bad, open up,
you gotta let me in. So, what happened? I’ll tell you what happened. I didn’t get anything
done that day, Because that poem got in my way. He bade my thoughts,
“Come out and play, “Let’s hear what you
might have to say.” The thing beguiled me of my time By hinting at the words
sublime, that I might be forever known, If I
could only write the poem. As if to challenge me to fight, Armed with but words
and rhymes – to write; And all to serve his ends. You see, if I could
write, then he could be. “Don’t waste your
time on such a whim,” I said more to myself than him. But poems will
always get their way. You see now how
I spent that day. (audience clapping)

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