Also, I have recently written a poem:
Oath to a stone blade:
From slate you are made, from hard labor created.
Every immigrant has you very high rated.
Fabricating you has different levels of skill.
You are the essential cog in an immigrants mill.
Searching the waters to aid your creation,
You are created with great dedication.
For planing wood into boards, you are used.
However, this hard task has you easily brused.
And when you finally wear out,
your creator will often shout.
And of he runs to gather more slate,
Lets hope his ferry will not run late.