The Longbow
In the centre of the room
Quietly stood
Amongst the gloom
A bow
That gleamed
Of dark wood
I traced my finger
Along its’ curve
To its’ centre of inlaid bronze
It quietly stood
Six foot of dark wood
The centre of inlaid bronze
Was of an eagles’ wings
I was not to discover the meaning
Until I was a man
When I learnt of new and many things
The arrows that I saw
Straight and true
Eagle feather flights
Of brown and gold
That lay quietly
In a room
With everything to find
And more
I visited the room
Everyday
To see the longbow
That gleamed
Of dark wood
That quietly stood
In the gloom
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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