In the farrier’s hut the flames and smoke would belch from the fire; Over the anvil, the farrier works tirelessly
Crafting horses shoes, never one the same; As incorrect ones might make the horse lame
With one hand, the hoof he will grasp; In readiness to trim, using knife, nippers and rasp
Once all the shoes are fitted and cooled; The horse is ready to return to it’s field.