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Volume 8 Issue 1
Page 14
Page 14
| The sparks fly as the hammer falls On the iron from the forge Forming tools in a tradition almost lost Hammer and iron sing in a sweet song The bellows sigh its contentment Watching the red hot metal From its hearth being transformed Into a working tool of art The Smith that wields the hammer Does not do so for the pay But for the love of the craft Savoring each blow As only an artisan can As the raw iron transforms Into the image that is in the mind The iron song and show of sparks Is payment to the soul only The Smith can truly understand |
| The Forge By Herbie Medlin |