In the Workshop
The repetitive saw of metal against metal,
The bashing of steel for designs,
The whir of the copper polished
And the hiss of the patina finished.
The file and sandpaper rasping on the brass
The noise all around
The hammers they pound,
As we create our own sound.
Copyright © Willow Prodigy | Year Posted 2020
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