The ring of my hammer.

[Fred.Rowe]

It’s a mystery to me
How the sound of my hammer
Striking the anvil brings to my soul
A feeling of bliss, the hot metal moving
Under the hammer hot from the coals

A magical rhythm comes from my hammer
Striking the anvil with powerful blows
A primal rhythm sounding through eons
Of blade smiths before me, their fires now cold

The ring of the anvil struck by my hammer
Its musical cadence sweet to my ear
It’s almost like singing, that angelic wringing
Tapping the rhythm blade smiths hold dear

As the fire in my forge, fades to ashes
My well worn hammers at rest
I hope there’s a smithy waiting in heaven
Where I can hammer with some of the best

 

[Will York]

Resonates with me -- thank you, Fred!

Will

 

[kamkazmoto]

Beautiful Fred.