The Arrowhead

While strolling along a mountain trail a week or so ago, I found an object that set this old heart of mine aglow! It was a perfectly fashioned arrowhead that I held in my paw. I viewed it as a sacred artifact and considered it with awe! I sat 'neath a towering pine to muse about this unlikely find; How it came to be here and who formed it, came to mind. Was this piece of flint shaped for battle by a young Indian brave, To pierce the heart of a cavalryman and send him to his grave? Could it have impaled a raging buffalo's hide, a starving tribe to feed, Launched from the bow of a skillful warrior from his racing steed? Ah! To know the odyssey of the unique object that in my hands I hold! This wonderful piece of native history, I treasure more than gold! Robert L. Hiinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired