Hallowed Hall

When my name is called
Two feet refuse to move
Things don't seem right
This business of my being
In this monumental place
Where so many of letters
Have spoken and moved on

Respecting others I walk
To the hand carved podium
Arrange my papers
Look out to smile
Eyes and voice synchronize
Allowing me to read an
Original poem of mine
To appreciative poetry lovers
Members and guests of
Georgia's Poetry Society

I read it without stumbling
And a generous applause
Propels me to sit again
In this hallowed hall of
The University of Georgia
While another reader is called
I wonder almost aloud
How in God's name did the
Mind and body I use ever get here


2007 F William Broome