Blacksmith Blood Poem by Bernard Kennedy
Blacksmith Blood
The forge and Anvil, sparks steely,
Horses, carriages, pony shows, my
grandfathers' star and great grandfather employ
in Castlemahon.
His anvil to pharmacy and Waterford,
the anvil petrie dish,
smithy ancestors nearby in the graveyard,
Broad shoulders stretch over furnace,
their university hall and library
of experience and caught taught toughness.
An aula Maxima of a roundstone.
At Castlemahon.
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5/1/2024 7:00:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A 10 for this well crafted poem!