Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Village Smithy

Lisa, our very smithy, made these steel hooks and an emergency knife blade piton just like Longfellow wrote about in his poem  “The Village Blacksmith.“ She had a little help from Johnny Mac using his forge. And she had to learn how not to hammer like a girl. I think they were under a spreading Quonset hut – not a chestnut tree. But you’ll have to ask Lisa about that.


Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Village Blacksmith

1 comment:

Lisa said...

o I had a lot of help, you know what they say, it takes a village.