The spreading chestnut tree.

The spreading chestnut tree.

It's a hot summer day. So I go to see my friend in the blacksmith shop. I can hear his steel hammer as it hits the anvil, and it makes a clang. You can hear it in the air for miles. He takes a break under the spreading chestnut tree, and we talk for a while, and he gives me a smile. The sweat pours down his face, and there is no other place he'd rather be than with me under the chestnut tree. It gives him shade from the hot summer's day. But he has to go back to work with the steel hammer in his hand to hit the anvil till his job is done, then he goes home to his wife and son.