Saddled Poem by Ronald Shields

Saddled



A boy, hammered into steel.
With an anvil for a mother,
my father the sledge
-his rage a fire he
could not understand.
Mine became a lesson
strapped onto my back.
A saddle to carry the
anvil as I walk to the
rhythm of hammer blows.

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Ronald Shields

Ronald Shields

New York City
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