Another fun poem about the fun game of checkers.
HIS NAME IS ASA
shares his poem, His Name is Asa, thoughts on this great game.
A lad strolled through the doors,
Checkers and board under his arm.
His eyes glanced around the room.
His demeanor was gentle and warm.
The lad registered for play in the National.
Grandmasters and masters were on hand, Kibitzing,
replaying games of yesteryear,
These, the best of the best to a man.
Players were too busy with their games,
To notice the genius play of the lad.
He was “taking down” a grandmaster,
As few other players ever had!
Tournaments always come and go,
Re the expected, surprises are few.
Yet there was an aura and awe,
For the National Champion of ’22.
A grandmaster asked in awe,
“Who, tell me, is that young man?”
His fellow player said, “His name is Asa;
He has made me an ‘also-ran’.”
His name is Asa poem, written by, game of checkers player Harvey Griffin.