Silver Hammer Poem by Justin Gildow

Silver Hammer



A silver hammer lies with its head down
in a corner
I pick it up
Realizing it's the size of a sledgehammer

The silver glitters in the sun
This weapon seems magical
Someway, somehow

Walking along
Walking with it over my shoulder
I know it's going to serve a purpose
One way or another
On my travels

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Justin Gildow

Justin Gildow

Washington, PA
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