Twas long ago I learned to play
The game of chess in a rather strange way.
I broke my bones and lay away,
In T-shirt armor sad to say.
My first tournament was by post,
A young lad facing mighty foes!
I had no coach or teacher per se,
A book or two on how to play,
I won all six games in a four-player class C social,
So a wager they made and told me so,
Was who first would spank me,
Albert, Maxwell or Clark my foes!
One Brig. Gen. Frank S. Clark,
A gallant warrior to the end,
Was strongest of that trio.
Yes, it was odd the way I learned to play,
In a small rural town,
It was the only way.
To cross swords in battle royal,
That summer long ago not wasted away!
I rejoice today in a blessed way,
The day mom gave me books to read.
Opening a window to joy and happiness!
Learning strategy and tactics–
Of Kings and Queens,
Of Castles, Knights and Bishops too.
Lowly Pawns– united in formation,
Always battle ready to venture forth!