The Arrow's SongA Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.Song of a HuntA song in yon silvan glade I heard soft as sea slap when waves are low. A song of the arrow shot from my bow.
Mournful the durge it hums in the wind, this subdued keening of pile and spin*
Bewildering this carol of woe, melody of death song of the arrow.
Sad as love forsaken or a lover forsook Song of the Arrow Swift from my bow
as it slew a forest prince not so lng ago.
Pyle--- the forepart of the arrow to which the broadhead is attached Spin--- rotation of the arrow in flight
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1 Review Added on February 7, 2011 Last Updated on February 8, 2011 AuthorPatches I'm not so new anymore.Westwego, LAAboutAmerican by birth Southern by the Grace of God. more..Writing
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