The blacksmiths stood beside the road
In olden days gone by,
No nothing but the name survives
And memories slowly die,
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The rhythm of your words seems to mimic the clanging of metal on metal in this nostalgic piece about the blacksmiths of yesteryear. I can see the faded sepia photo that must have inspired you, but also the real live Clydesdales with their 'furry' legs and blinkered faces standing with dignity as they await the smithy's hammer. Another wonderful poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Each line, each sentiment, all shown with such a compassionate feel, each ringing true the style and grace of a wonderful poet Love duncan X
Another amazingly accurate poem capturing a part of the good old days gone by! ! Great read for sure Andy! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad
Another wonderful picture of times gone by and so eloquently written too. My pleasure at reading your poems is endless. This is excellently scribed. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX