The Checker Game
Ray H. Coble
A game board sits between two old men
staring each other down,
one is wearing a tricky smile
and the other one wears a frown.
There’s stone cold strategy in the air
as both men observe the board
while each one plans the others doom
and in their heads their plans are stored.
The game is moving well along
no room for one mistake
each move is carefully studies
a chance no one can take.
A rub of the nose, a tug on the ear
a chin rest in the hand
its up from the chair with hands on the hip
as they make their one last stand.
Now after all the waiting
It’s time for one to win
So the lucky one spots the opening
And jumps again and again and again.
Checker poem, The Checker
Game, by Ray H. Coble.