Wordsmith?

She’s a Wordsmith

She’s a wordsmith. Wordsmith?

Yup that’s what she be.

 She’s sittin” at a keyboard

bangin’ those keys.

Kinda like a blacksmith

Under his tree,

‘cept she’s forging words

to feed her family.

This ain’t no clickety clack,

on some railroad track.

She hammers on words,

till the meanings come back.

Sometimes the light might flicker.

In those times she just types quicker.

Her passion can’t be denied,

as she adds a little zing to a classified.

In the ho hum, humdrum

get some got sum,

she’s looking for truth

in all of the flotsam.

Finer words have never been heard

Spoken by the politician as he gave his word.

She just smiles, looks him in the eye

Knowing she’ll get to write his “survived by”

She’s a wordsmith

That’s what she be.

She’s hammerin’ out syllables

settin’ words free.