In our Stone Age we had just emerged.

Still learning

to bend and command



and gesticulating

Yet still we built

Tools from stone

Foundations that still stand

In our Bronze Age we went beneath the surface

Dug deep

For something we did not even know existed

And as we came up

Gasping for air

Our voices escaped

Our gods appeared.

And we found meaning

In things that we did not even know existed

And now we enter our Iron Age

Our fires stoked so hotly

That we burn

All of those impurities that questioned our strength

We are made of steel.

Made of steel.

The gift of the sixth year is iron.

Each year I write a poem to commemorate our wedding anniversary using the traditional anniversary gift as the inspiration.

Click the links below to read previous poems.
Year 1
Year 2
Year 3
Year 4
Year 5

by Dr. Brent

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