In our Stone Age we had just emerged.


Still learning

to bend and command

nature


Grunting

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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