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I been making and braking knives the last few days. I will be taking my JS performance test on July 26th at my annual Blacksmith Swap meet. I wrote this poem to share with you all. I hope you like it, or at least get a good laugh out of it...
My Knives
It's the knives in my life that cut me to the bone, it's the one's that I think about whenever I'm alone.
It's the one that I just finished, and the one I can't get out. It's the one that I'm so sure of and the one that gives me doubt.
I am striving for perfection, and perhaps a buck or two. But to make the perfect knife there's really nothing I won't do.
As my knives are looking better, my expectations grow and grow, so the knives I make right now cut me deeper then you know.
I have laid my heart upon the anvil and poured my sweat into the steel, and I would hope that you could see my knives reflect the way I feel.
So I will take from those before me and pass it on to those behind, until the knife that's in my hand matches the one that's in my mind.
David Lisch
My Knives
It's the knives in my life that cut me to the bone, it's the one's that I think about whenever I'm alone.
It's the one that I just finished, and the one I can't get out. It's the one that I'm so sure of and the one that gives me doubt.
I am striving for perfection, and perhaps a buck or two. But to make the perfect knife there's really nothing I won't do.
As my knives are looking better, my expectations grow and grow, so the knives I make right now cut me deeper then you know.
I have laid my heart upon the anvil and poured my sweat into the steel, and I would hope that you could see my knives reflect the way I feel.
So I will take from those before me and pass it on to those behind, until the knife that's in my hand matches the one that's in my mind.
David Lisch