Dedicated to all the men who have shaped and formed me over the years
Only steel forges steel in the smithy's store
Where bellows blow and fan
The hammer strikes where iron burns bright give
Glory when man makes man
Father's bond with son is fire-forged not
By blood but force and heat
Discipline fans flame and wisdom's thunder
Pounds sound in measured beat
A boy may declare himself fully grown
Thinks he's great, thinks he can
Yet boy needs furnace to mold his heart since
Only man can brand man
Shall a tender flower wield the hammer
That batters steel to form?
Can a willow withstand the withering heat
Of the forge's scorching storm?
A woman's birth pain ends but a man's true
Labor is forging soul
The contours, the hewed lines of character
To shape is mentors' role
No man forms another on his own but
Each smith serves his design
Chisel, tongs, and bellows work as one while
Anvil with sledge combine
The fraternity of brothers join to
Unite as master guild
Where apprentices attain the higher craft of
One's purpose to fulfill
Male female alike emerge from the womb
Without woman who could stand?
So honor due our mother-roots but cry
Glory when man makes man
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