For the engineer came to us with his machine
Changing our lives through the years in between

It belonged to the Granddad that I never knew
A blacksmith who passed on before I was due

My dad praised the old man long and loud
Just hearing about him made me feel proud

So Dad kept the hammer, then left it to me
Now in times of reflection, that old smithy I see

He stands there a-labouring in my minds eye
‘Midst the anvil, the forge and the bright sparks that fly

Meeting with care the community’s need
His precious family at home then to feed

Through the mists of time, I’m unable to say
Of the work that old hammer put in day by day

But I’ve got it now and it hangs centre-stage
A relic to treasure from a now bygone age

Admitted it once looked a bit of a mess
The heat and the pounding had caused it some stress

So Dad changed the handle and I’ve changed the head
Now it looks real good at the back of my shed.