Smithies Poems - Poems about Smithies

...He was the village blacksmith To us children he was known As our adopted Uncle Wilf They’d no children of their own. Six days a week he worked, His hours long and physically hard. Our cottage b......

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...A Myth Reconciled The earth is flat on the surface and hollow inside as the sky holds the bubble intact unless we tempt the Gods and the firmament crashes from our heaven above loyal to mytholog......

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...The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand The green crop......

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... smithies come and go all legacies and legends there's iron everywhere waiting to be made all longing to be crafted wanting to be used piercing hammer ring so brilliant and resoun......

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...Dragon wanted to go to the Fair, in the next town, as the bird flies. Grandpa Troll, said we should take him, with a twinkle in his eyes. Finally, we agreed, after many pleas and sighs, to take him......

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... smithies come and go all legacies and legends there's iron everywhere waiting to be made all longing to be crafted wanting to be used piercing hammer ring so brilliant and resoun......

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...My face is a canvas on which ever busied time will paint for decades. My lips are dried out magnets of unseen power and attraction. My ears are smithies that poundr the sounds from the hammer to th......

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