Blade I have a knife, A Gerber folder to be precise, It does not have the history of another Gerber of mine, The one we shall not care to discuss, for duty mine it has done, Sheathed it is, and has been for many a year, save for oiling now and then, Now I have this folder, much smaller is it, No blood has ever stained its edge, no valor or disgrace has it known, Rope and cardboard, and occasional branch, workday world about, Nothing more, nothing less, yet the skills of old remain, It shall... Sign in to see full entry.