In the darkness where the barn owl fly’s <br />Where thatch over sandstone lay <br />In the darkness as the village sleep <br />Where the bats come out to play <br /> <br />In the darkness comes an orange glow <br />Where a furnace burns so bright <br />In the darkness leather approned man <br />Where he stands out in the light <br /> <br />In the darkness pumping bellowed air <br />Where the red hot coals turn white <br />In the darkness as the sweat drips off <br />Where his muscles show so tight <br /> <br />In the darkness like a peel of bells <br />Where his hammer strikes the metal <br />In the darkness making shoes for horse <br />Where he keeps them in fine fettle <br /> <br />In the darkness this man works alone <br />Where he sees it as no barrier <br />In the darkness none would challenge him <br />Where he’s Mr Smith the Farrier <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles & Rhymes<br /><br />David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-the-farrier/
