Attachment 41I thought I would share a little thing I wrote... Wouldn't really call it a poem but I don't know what else to call it either (Hey I went to school in a little Idaho town, what do you expect?)
~~The Blacksmith ~~
The lowly blacksmith
Seen through history as a slave to his craft
Pounding away endlessly in a hot, dark hovel
Dressed in attire and wielding implements
that make every movement seem laborus and excruciating to the ignorant observer
That onlooker may see a endless, joyless toil- Blow after Blow
See nothing but the effort and expense of his tireless work
But to the Blacksmith the reality of his work is clear
He does not do the dull work of a dim mind
But rather the work of the gods themselves
He is deep in trance like thought
The result of each blow anticipated long before the hammer raised
The vision of his completed work fixed vividly in his minds eye
Each facet and dimension a reality long before his blows make it so
Transforming the ugly, valueless ore of the land
into the tools of progress, the treasures of mankind
or simply the unseen artistry of the maker
The Blacksmith.
Powerful and mighty -
within his mind lies the endless possibility
to wrought into existence the very fabric of society.
Yet Humble, for he knows to gloat of the power would somehow demean it
His pride directed at the refinement of the craft
Shown as the ever increasing, but never complete understanding
Efforts are but to impart more value within each blow,
To express his understanding of quality and process
To further his craft, not out of ego, but because to do so brings fourth beauty
As creator he has a choice
To fashion a cold and ugly implement devoid of quality
Or to forge his heart and soul into the very iron
Create the unmistakable yet undefinable difference that gives it value
Far beyond that of its underlying form
Larry.... Written on the beach in Mexico 2-20-2009
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