Trial and Error
The Bessemer furnace eats its fill
It melts and then disgorges its kill
Forged as in the fires of hell
The hard cool steel we know so well
Sharp yet malleable hammered out true
To build with strength and stainless too
Two edged we find its strength may be
Yet free from impurities it is we see
To reach this stage of true cool steel
Air pumped in the burning flames must feel
Through trial and error they struggle to perfect
To reach the perfection they adjust and correct.
© 29/03/2013 ~GG~
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