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A Gift From My Daughter to IFI


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My 12 year old daughter, Peggy was watching me at my forge this morning.  She decided to write a poem as a gift to the members of this forum.

 

 

The Blacksmith

by Peggy R. McMillen

 

Surrounded by his tools,

the fire leaping to and fro,

the blacksmith will weld and forge

Everyday, all day long.

 

Cinder and rust will float in the air.

The small flies of fire

making sure that he will choke.

But still the blacksmith will weld and forge

Everyday, all day long.

 

In the hot blinding sun,

he still continues his labor.

The cinders choking him as he forges on

the hot metal burns his hands and face.

But still the blacksmith will weld and forge

Everyday, all day long.

 

 

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