Poem - The tap tap of the claddagh makers hammer.

The tap tap of the Claddagh maker's hammer.  A poem by Irish ring maker Dáithí Mac Roibín. 

The tap tap of the hammer sings,

In the Claddagh maker's workshop halls.

Each sound a melody, of rings,

Of art and craft, of labor and love calls.

The metal shines, a glowing red,

As the Claddagh takes shape ahead.

Each tap a step towards completion,

A symbol of love and true devotion.

The ring is not just a trinket small,

But a representation, a symbol for all.

With hands that hold and hearts that beat,

It's a true love story ready for repeat.

So let the tap tap of the hammer ring,

As the maker works on his craft to bring,

For every tap, a love is made,

In the workshop, of the Claddagh trade.