The boy was walking down the street
Looking for something which he was in need
He heard a clear ring
As the blacksmith hammered the metal
The warmth of forge holding his heart and soul
The drill of the carpenter's saw
Like the working of a busy ant
As he made beautiful creations from wood
He heard the hard clang as the farmer's till
Ploughed and struck rock
The rains would come, and the seeds had to be sown
The soft scratch of pens on paper
As the scribes sat scribbling
Their thoughts straying far from the world
But at last, the boy heard his favourite sound
The loud jingle of silver bells
As the door to the candy shop opened
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
The boy was walking down the street
Looking for something which he was in need
He heard a clear ring
As the blacksmith hammered the metal
The warmth of forge holding his heart and soul
The drill of the carpenter's saw
Like the working of a busy ant
As he made beautiful creations from wood
He heard the hard clang as the farmer's till
Ploughed and struck rock
The rains would come, and the seeds had to be sown
The soft scratch of pens on paper
As the scribes sat scribbling
Their thoughts straying far from the world
But at last, the boy heard his favourite sound
The loud jingle of silver bells
As the door to the candy shop opened