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I love exploring all the bits and pieces in country museums, reminds me of my Dad's shed -- he was an engineer and a blacksmith.

From The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man."


  1. The work and produce of craftsmen resonates with me. If friends ask me what I would like as a gift, I always reply something "old and junky". They have learned to just shake their head ...

  2. A country museum! I don't remember visiting one. Lovely!

  3. I've always loved that poem's simple and rich imagery.
    Your Dad was a blacksmith? How wonderful to watch a smithy work close-up.


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