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