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About This Poem
A Feather's Fate
A goose feather became the quill
For scribe with skill
To pen the words
On feathered birds
The fletching kept the arrow true
As up it flew
At eagle’s wing
To dress the king
But as I look on high and see
Now flying free
What God would choose
How best to use
Fletching are the feathers on an arrow
Written Oct. 10, 2012 by Craig Cornish
For Nette Onclaud’s Minute Contest
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