Poetry

The Smith

 

By

 

RW Van Sant

 

Tink tank

The hammer falls in riotous blows

From sore muscles and weary hands

On iron sheets full of promise

 

Tink tank

Hammer dents it shapes and molds

The iron bends to the smiths design

Forming a useful shape

 

Tank tick

The rough shape is smoothed out

Dimpled iron yields to custom

To make a recognizable tool

 

Tick, tick, tick

The tool is refined to make it acceptable

Polished and filed to appeal to its user

To make a useful tool.

 

The smith inspects his work

It has the right structure

It has the right shape

But does it have a future?

 

 

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