My father’s ‘carpenter tool kit’, I like to explore,
A very special tool we all adore.
It’s the mighty hammer,that is strong too.
Used for hitting, to make things new.
With a handle firm, and a head so tough,
My father hammers things real tough,.
Nails he drives into wood so fine,
Creating wonders, line by line.
From building houses to fixing a chair,
The hammer, my father holds with care,
He hits and strikes with a rhythmic beat,
Joining pieces, making them complete.
In my father’s hands, it’s like magic,
Creating shapes, both big and small, so quick.
With a swing and a bang, things fall into place,
A hammer’s touch, a craftsman’s grace.
My father and his hammer’s sight
My father helps us build, with a hammer so bright.
With each hit and strike, we create with glee,
A world of wonders, for all to see.