In the foundry's heart of fire, stone, metal and spoil

in dances of bravery unyielding hard men toil

and bellow the forge's roar sending sparks ablaze

to shape our world’s form with rigid brace.

Molten rivers flow reflecting liquid suns,

of crucibles where courage raw shapes battles won

with brawny arms they bend and roll

hot metal bested in coking coal.

Each furnace breathes its searing breath

as workers brave a dance of death

in iron's grip their hands hold tight

to dancing shadows in the smoky light.

With sinews taut and sweat-stained brows

they forge the steel for gun and plough

while in grit and grime their spirit inures

as sweat drips and runs from every pore.

In safety gear as knights of old

they fight hazards of heat and scold

where black humour is the shield they wear,

but in unity only is courage to dare.

No battlefield this yet bravery's stance

is etched in metal's shining glance

with every weld and rivet tight

to sculpt a legacy that gleams steel bright.

So let us think on those who toil

who’s bravery is woven in each steel coil

in foundry's heart for dark powers to collide

needs men full brave beneath the skies.