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About This Poem
The Longbow Archer
“Laws of the land enslave our people”
-Robin Hood
Sunlight glances off the flint tip
As justice swims through the air
The belly of the bow stave
Carved in yew
Whose nock, twined in hemp
Bonded in beeswax
Burns with the passion of man
Forged in the forest
Practiced on the buckle
Freedom flies true
Freedom
Flies true
01/28/12
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