Jessica Kitchen, Grade 8
Sparks flew as hammers struck iron,
tools tugging at the molten metal.
Nails and screws
pinned pieces together, iron cage with eyes of glass.
filled their cold iron hearts,
Warming them with racing tongues of flame.
As the sun set, light streamed, welcoming.
Windows hid warm flames
that shed a golden glow across the paths of the horses.
Men pointed and fine ladies whispered,
watching the silent sentries that lined the pavement.
The lanterns had come home.