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Knighton Forge
Knighton Forge tells the story of the Coleman family’s blacksmith shop in Knighton Road, Wembury, where sparks once flew and the anvil rang for the village’s needs. As motor cars replaced hoofbeats, the forge fell silent, yet the blacksmith’s craft endures in farriers’ hands today.
The sparks once flew at Knighton’s door, the hammer rang so clear,
The anvil sang its iron song for all those working years.
The Coleman family shaped the steel, the village needs were met,
Their forge fire served the village well, a trade we won’t forget.
Strike the iron, hear it roar,
The blacksmith’s song forevermore.
Though the motor came to stay,
The blacksmith’s craft won’t fade away.
But engines came and motors grew, the hoofbeats heard no more,
The rising trade of petrol wheels replaced the forge’s floor.
The hammer’s song grew faint and still, the old ways slipped behind,
Yet memory keeps the anvil’s call, a rhythm strong and kind.
Strike the iron, hear it roar,
The blacksmith’s song forevermore.
Though the motor came to stay,
The blacksmith’s craft won’t fade away.
Now farriers work the country lanes where faithful steeds remain,
Their skill keeps hoof and metal sound, their knowledge will remain.
Knighton forge is silent now, a dwelling house become,
But the craft lives on in other ways and always used by some.
Strike the iron, hear it roar,
The blacksmith’s song forevermore.
Though the motor came to stay,
The blacksmith’s craft won’t fade away.