I am H.M. Bekken
I am H.M. Bekken
I own H.M. Bekken-Horse Shoeing and General Repairing
My sign hangs on my building calling, “How can I help you?”
I am an artist
My artist tools are the forge, anvil, and hammer
They sing with a ring, clank, and zing throughout the day
I am a repairmen
I repair broken plows, wagons, and mowing machines
I sharpen plowshares, sickels, and harvesting equipment
I shoe horses
I am busy in the summer and slow in the winter
In the summer my shop is hot as hell
The heat rises in wisps and dances to the ceiling
It creeps into the cracks and warms my humble abode
At the end of the day my body drags, slowly I turn in and head upstairs to my family
My home above my shop is my mother’s warm embrace
Welcoming me and comforting me after a hard day in the shop
-Mackenzie Barnhill
Creaking wheels nearing
Metal is hitting metal
Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink
The blacksmith are preparing
Wheels are now in perfect form
Today bread will bake
The smell of burning metal
Smoke billowing out
Hot as fire to melt the steel
Now, cool and climate controlled
Brick grip onto brick
Dark, dusty, dirty sparks fly
Orange glowing fire
The fire is a lion
Cement as hard as a rock
-Mackenzie Barnhill
Family
I was built strong like a brick
Not put up very quick
I was given another task
and gladly put on another mask
For what felt like hundreds of years without noise
Saved from anyone who destroys
Until one day that all changed
And my purpose was rearranged
I was so happy to feel life
When I was occupied by a husband and wife
Life was simple for awhile
Then more humans were added to the pile
The noise increased
When they didn’t feed the little beast
I watched him crawl on my floors like an ant on the ground
Laughing and smiling with his millions of sounds
I am an old brick in a sleepy little town
Cozy and safe beckoning you to “come on down”
Once used for a Blacksmith shop
Now I am an apartment where the noise does not stop
-Mackenzie Barnhill
I am H.M. Bekken
I own H.M. Bekken-Horse Shoeing and General Repairing
My sign hangs on my building calling, “How can I help you?”
I am an artist
My artist tools are the forge, anvil, and hammer
They sing with a ring, clank, and zing throughout the day
I am a repairmen
I repair broken plows, wagons, and mowing machines
I sharpen plowshares, sickels, and harvesting equipment
I shoe horses
I am busy in the summer and slow in the winter
In the summer my shop is hot as hell
The heat rises in wisps and dances to the ceiling
It creeps into the cracks and warms my humble abode
At the end of the day my body drags, slowly I turn in and head upstairs to my family
My home above my shop is my mother’s warm embrace
Welcoming me and comforting me after a hard day in the shop
-Mackenzie Barnhill
Creaking wheels nearing
Metal is hitting metal
Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink, Tink
The blacksmith are preparing
Wheels are now in perfect form
Today bread will bake
The smell of burning metal
Smoke billowing out
Hot as fire to melt the steel
Now, cool and climate controlled
Brick grip onto brick
Dark, dusty, dirty sparks fly
Orange glowing fire
The fire is a lion
Cement as hard as a rock
-Mackenzie Barnhill
Family
I was built strong like a brick
Not put up very quick
I was given another task
and gladly put on another mask
For what felt like hundreds of years without noise
Saved from anyone who destroys
Until one day that all changed
And my purpose was rearranged
I was so happy to feel life
When I was occupied by a husband and wife
Life was simple for awhile
Then more humans were added to the pile
The noise increased
When they didn’t feed the little beast
I watched him crawl on my floors like an ant on the ground
Laughing and smiling with his millions of sounds
I am an old brick in a sleepy little town
Cozy and safe beckoning you to “come on down”
Once used for a Blacksmith shop
Now I am an apartment where the noise does not stop
-Mackenzie Barnhill