by 13 year old chess fan Bryce Wilson from Australia
Just a game I hear you say,
To trivial a thing to learn,
Well it can be easy at times my friend,
Until it comes your turn,
For on this realm of sixty four,
Where egos are laid waste,
A struggle transpires of the intellect,
Not to everyone’s taste,
For every mental attribute,
From logic to imagination,
At some point it is called upon,
To solve a complication,
And just like the compaigns of old,
The ancient battle rages,
As all the pieces thus conspire,
To checkmate their opposing sages,
So before you play down this art,
you better have a reason,
For to denigrate the royal game,
Is tantamount to treason.
Good job!
thank you susan for posting my poem!!
Three cheers for Bryce!
I am impressed.
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send it to FIDE as they are the real Chess Traitors
A year ago I attended a meeting with Daniel Veach, the editor of the Atlanta Review. (This is one of the world’s leading poetry magazines.) The subject of his talk was the best poems of the recent past. I asked him why none of them rhymed. He replied that almost no poet in the world rhymes anymore. Poets look down upon rhyming.
This kid knows how to bring back the age when men were men and poems rhymed. Good for him!
Good one Bryce. What state do you live in Australia?
great poem!
i loved it!, that kid has skill!
Very creative Bryce…… Two-Thumbs Up!!
Bravo! Excellent job!
Amazing, the young mind is a wonderful thing.
Can I make a poster to put in our Chess even?
on Oct 4/5. Inter Primary School Chess Tourney. in Goa India