Smith 

The poet is a blacksmith.
Forging the sharp swords of rhyme.
Hammering out armor of reason,
To protect him through any season. 

The poet is a blacksmith.
Carefully beading necklaces of gilded words,
Meticulously crafting
a cup of silver ideas,
To drink in the joy of poetry.

Max Turetsky, age 14
Honolulu, Hawaii
Punahou School
Teacher: Joe Tsujimoto

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