The Master Mason Poem

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A chisel strikes, with skilled precision,
Shaping stone with age-old vision,
A craftsman's hands, with strength and grace,
Creating art in time and space.
With hammer's clang and sweat-drenched brow,
The Master Mason, skilled somehow,
Crafts cathedrals, towers tall,
A legacy that will enthrall.
With calloused hands and patient heart,
He hews the rock, a work of art,
A symphony in stone and light,
A marvel to behold each night.
Through generations, his craft lives on,
The Master Mason's work lives long,
A testament to skill and lore,
A legacy forevermore.