FredPeyer

Wordsmith

Our mind, equating the red hot furnace

Our thoughts, substitute for hammer and anvil

Our imagination, source of the raw material

To be heated, beaten, hammered and shaped

 

Pulling the words from our imagination

Holding them into the furnace of our mind

Beating, hammering and shaping them in

Our thoughts into beautiful lines or sentences

 

Exhausted with sweat running down our spine

We labor in our own word smithy with no regret

Sources, equipment, and tools ever present

Ready to be called and used inside of our heads

 

To conceive and shape these works of art

We need mind, thought, and imagination

Working together in unity and understanding

Because without it, all we forge is scrap!