A blacksmith
A blacksmith is a familiar figure. He deals in making sickles, spades, rakes, hoes and all other ironic tools. His smithy is in a bazaar. His day begins with sunrise and ends with sunset. He looks strange as his muscles seem to be strong. The blacksmith is a mighty man. His hands are large and heavy. His hair is Crips. His brow is wet with honest sweat. He does owe to anybody. After a day’s work, he spends the night through a sound sleep
