I was asked by the writing clan that I have previously posted this poem
on to post it here. *blush* I hope I don't embarrass my wonderful mentor
too much. He's helped me in so many ways, to learn, to be strong and
best of all, to smile. So this is to him.

The hammers ring true throughout the land
Their song sent to all from the forger's hand
Hot metal glows and is softened until
It can be molded by the master's skill

Sweat on his brow beads and drips
As sheer determination curls his lips
His arm muscles strain with each hammer strike
Straining toward perfection and not to the like

The steel is cooled with a vaporous hiss
He inspects for flaws, anything remiss
And with a proud smile, he presents for all to see
The thing he has forged...and that thing is me

~Anne Silverwind~

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 352 AF.