Archery
Two friends go camping
In the wilderness
They bring a target board
With bows and arrows
The target is up
They all get ready
One at a time wait
For each of their turns
For a perfect aim
One friend aimed- then let go
The arrow did not go far
Only a short distence
The other friend tried
The best he could
Only he got bruised
When the arrow flew
He ended up with a bruse
That took awhile to heal
It did not matter to him
He enjoyed the sport
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2017
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