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Ode to the Chisel


by Dave Ferguson

September 12, 2002

I swing the hammer with all my might a thunderous crack echoes through the canyon as metal collides with metal.

Again and again the sharp chisel chips away at the face revealing an ever so subtle hint as to what I will find.

After awhile I see a road where there was none, a path where there was only trees, victory after defeat.

There was no way for me to reach my destination under my own strength but now I see the light.

I have made it to the top.

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