Douglas Felsch Poet Lyric

Hammers Drop-Souls on top

I swagger in. My lunch box packed.
The music streams. My heart intact.
With chosen family by my side—
I step to the deck. The sparks will fly!
I'll go where called. I will not shy.
Let the thunder roll. Let the hammer drop.
My life begins. I am on top.
Deep within... the foundry roars!
Hotter than the earth's own core.
With iron will and calloused grit,
We fill the molds—and refuse to quit.
I'll use my power on the wrench I keep,
For my soul belongs to the foundry heat—
Casting the dross down at my feet.
A fire inside. A soul unchained.
No molten rage will keep my heart contained.

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Alison A Smith October 8, 2026 at 10:15 PM The driving rhythm and punchy rhymes give this poem a defiant energy. Foundry imagery fuses physical grit with inner strength, while “chosen family” adds warmth and belonging to its celebration of courage and self-belief.