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!