He was a giant of a man, this man among men
He weighed 425 and stood six feet ten
His arms were as big around as phone poles
But you never met a kinder or gentler soul.
Everybody called him “Smitty” though not his name
He swung large hammers before an open flame.
He was really quite the remarkable fellow
The flames burned hot when he worked the bellow.
When your horse needed to be shod
It was Smitty who was given the nod
If finally happened causing oh such woe
Smitty dropped an anvil right on his toe.
Smitty was a man of very few words
Carefully chosen so as not to sound absurd
Some thought him shy or maybe bashful
In his pain, his words became quite colorful.
Tim D. Culey -2013-
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