"workshop on the hill"
After his years in the guild,
the young crafter chose a rise
just beyond the bend
where the road split
toward the plains on one side
and the high country on the other.
The hill was not grand,
but it held a view
that let him see travellers
long before they arrived,
their figures small against the horizon,
their pace telling him
what kind of work
they might need.
A stand of hardwood trees
sheltered the slope,
roots gripping the earth
with the quiet confidence
of things that have weathered
more seasons than men remember.
Behind them,
a small orchard grew —
stunted at first,
then steady,
fed by a spring
that rose from the ground
with a soft insistence
and wandered downhill
as a narrow stream.
He built his dwelling
where the trees opened
into a natural clearing,
and beside it
a workshed
with wide doors
and a bench long enough
to hold whatever task
the road might bring.
There was no signboard.
Neither emblem.
Nor call for customers.
Only the steady rhythm
of metal being shaped,
carried on the wind
to anyone passing by.
Travellers learned the place
by word alone:
the hill workshop,
the one with the orchard,
the one where the stream begins,
the one where the crafter
listens before he works.
Some came for repairs.
Some came for tools.
Some came simply
to rest under the trees
and drink from the spring
before continuing on.
And the crafter,
now no longer an apprentice,
found that the hill
taught him as much
as the guild ever had —
how to read the road,
how to read the seasons,
how to shape metal
in a place where distance
and stillness
meet.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An allegorical composition which may resonate with several life pursuits.
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This poem presents a serene and peaceful image. Schooling may take many forms each suited to the art or guild. Proper placement and marketing make for success where charity becomes easy in the lap of plenty. This poem almost a parable speaks loudly in a soft voice. Well done Cryptic
Many thanks, Soren. That sure is true ๐๐๏ธ
My pleasure Cryptic
Beautiful and meaningful tale.
Thank you dear Katie B. ๐๐๏ธ
a wonderful journey
Glad the journey was such. Thanks Norman ๐๐๏ธ
you are most welcome
What a wonderful story.It can go appreciated on many levels.As a clever poem or a statement on the human condition.It is better to learn from nature than school. I enjoyed reading mi amigo
Many thanks amigo. ๐๐๏ธ
Thereโs a quiet dignity in thisโno chasing, no shouting, just a man letting his work speak and the road answer back.
Feels like he found something better than success up thereโฆ a steady life that doesnโt need proving.
Thanks Thomas, a content and productive, peopled life by the look of it. Cheers๐๐๏ธ
Good write A.
Many Thanks O
A good little Story going on here, that could be made into a Film. Enjoyed.
Nice! Now all we need is a film crew and a keen producer. Any takers? ๐๏ธ๐๐๐ป
Well written
Thank you
this is indeed an allegorical composition which resonates with several of my own life pursuits .. it aint half bad either squire .. much respect.. N
Thanks, N. An allegorical summation of a life's curriculum. Most valued estimation. ๐๏ธ๐
Such a wonderful write Rik, I was really pulled into these words and I have made it a favourite which I do so rarely.
Andy
Truly humbling, Andy. Thank you๐๏ธ๐
Arqios, this feels deeply peaceful to me...not passive peace, but earned peace. The kind built slowly through patience, craft, and listening to the world instead of rushing through it. Thereโs real wisdom resting quietly inside this piece. Beautiful work, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Most grateful, Tittu; thanks๐๐ป๐๏ธ
A man committed to his work - seeking no attention - letting his work speak for him - what a wonderful way of presenting how actions can speak louder than words, and advertisement is not always necessary.
Sometimes, advertising backfires. And that could be a horrible thing. Thanks Safina ๐๐๏ธ
you are welcome, and yes I agree it does backfire- especially when it's loud and almost forced down your throats...
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