Poem: The Energy of a Forge

The hammering and the striking,
The bellows blow, maintaining a fire,
Up down, the air flows,
Forming, building, crafting more,
Hear the ringing,
Life blood pounding, flowing.
Shield and shovel born within,
Sword and sickle repaired once more,
Tools of life or death given form.
Within these walls the master works.
Both a science and an art
Combine in this ancient craft
Known for millennia
Filled with lore of ages past.
This humble building forms the spines of nations
Now considered a niche craft.
Lost to obsolescence,
This knowledgeable and honorable profession,
Held within the names of people,
And thus it carries on, hammering forward.