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The Blacksmith

 

Many years ago

Memories that will never fade.

My father the blacksmith.

I can still see the man much loved.

Standing by the smoking forge.

Cranking the whining bellows.

Flames rising high.

Hard steel glowing red.

The hammer striking the fire softened steel.

The anvil ringing, singing a lonesome song.

Odors of burning coke.

Steam rising high to the rafters.

Hot metal tempered hard in a barrel of water.

Father long ago came to his end.

Fire no longer burns in the forge.

The Anvil never again to sing.

Time eraces all.

Memories, all that is left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • glenn shannon silver member
    May 23

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    took me back to good old days of watching the blacksmith at the race track in the 60s you describe it marvellously your a master sir


  • Olivias Violin
    May 7
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    A wonderful, moving poem


  • white stone
    April 25

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    Dig it dig it dig it. You are going on my favorites for this, even though I usually don't like heavily punctuated poetry. I hope you have more memories like this in your vault.


  • individuality gold member
    April 24

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    a good poem, are there many blacksmiths left these days! seems we do not hear of that job so much - a good rich poem here, full of descriptive imagery


  • Capt Jed silver member
    April 20

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    Ah! Those Memories

    For you it is a blacksmith, for me it is a carpenter driving nails. Their handy work, or remnants of it are probably still around somewhere. This write sure makes one remember those dusty memories from the beautiful and haunting past.
    Thanks for posting, I really enjoyed reading.
    Ron


  • Antipodi
    April 17

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    wow wonderfully graphic verse poet reader could visualise the whole scene and the flow was excellent a much enjoyed write

  • Topnotchsy
    April 16

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    I was thinking about the past and memories when I came to this poem, and the poem painted a vivid picture of a past that's no longer with us. The past does remain alive in all the people who have been influenced by it


  • Treasure 5 gold member
    April 13

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    This is a different type of write. It has a great rythm and I really liked it. This was vry much a pleasure to read.

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