Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Look Yonder......

Look yonder stands that mighty smith
Neath that grand Oak tree,
From the forge lifts a mangled form,
And very quickly a shape is born.

Hammer and anvil at his command
He diligently designs the shape he's planned,
To the water, heat treats the steel,
A plow share his plans have yield.

To till the soil and plant the seed
So man may harvest their basic need,
But lift your heads up, yet to see,
Who's the maker of that tree.

Look far beyond to ages untold,
To the maker of that man, and
The iron he shall bend and mold.

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