More Joe Magarac
A poem, from croatia.org http://www.croatia.org/crown/articles/9492/1/
Joe Magarac - Made to make steel
Part of him, legend....part of him, real.
Born out of Braddock, earth, rock and hill
King of the ingots, Pride of the Mill.
Joe Magarac, over seven feet tall
Nothing about him was timid or small
He gathered the scrap iron, the limestone, the ore,
He fanned the white heat to an angry-red roar.
He poured liquid fire in each ingo mold
And, taking a handful before it got cold.
He squeezed through his fingers and watched it congeal.
From taffy-like ribbons to railings of steel.
They talked of improving the steel that they made
And Joe overheard them and went to their aid
By throwing himself in the steely souffle
And smiling, Joe Magarac melted away
Joe Magarac - Made to make steel
Part of him, legend....part of him, real.
Born out of Braddock, earth, rock and hill
King of the ingots, Pride of the Mill.
Joe Magarac, over seven feet tall
Nothing about him was timid or small
He gathered the scrap iron, the limestone, the ore,
He fanned the white heat to an angry-red roar.
He poured liquid fire in each ingo mold
And, taking a handful before it got cold.
He squeezed through his fingers and watched it congeal.
From taffy-like ribbons to railings of steel.
They talked of improving the steel that they made
And Joe overheard them and went to their aid
By throwing himself in the steely souffle
And smiling, Joe Magarac melted away