Philip Vincent Sanders

Rookie - 0 Points (29/08/1953 / Birmingham, England)

The Foundry - Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders

The furnace burning brightly
The metal all ablaze
The clanging in the foundry
Wrapped in a red heat haze
The sweat that pours profusely
From hard and honest toil
As more bright molten steel
Is brought again to boil
And when the day is done
And weary limbs walk home
The pleasure of the sunset
Allows the mind to roam

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 24, 2011


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