"A BOY'S DREAM, A MAN'S LIFE"
The bow and arrow spoke to me when I was five years old
It said, come play with me young lad if you should be so bold
The singing string and whispering shaft was music to my soul
I knew it was a part of me when I was twelve years old
The bow was small for a lad so tall as I grew so long and lean
A new bow I sought, and finely bought, when I turned sixteen
The years they flew and at twenty two, a bow for the bride I took
Together we hunted for whitetail deer from our camp by a babbling brook
Soon a little bow hung along side the bows of mom and dad
Then another,.. and still another,.. three little bowmen we finely had
As time went by the children grew, then Grand children came along
Once again, the bow sang, it's captivating song
This new generation was soon to learn the wonders of stick and string
They watched as Grandpa showed them, the joys the bow could bring
No one can count the arrows that this old man has sent to flight
Someday he'll shoot his very last shaft into the murky night
But for now there's great grand children to teach before my time is through
This old man, still loves his bow, at the age of eighty two.
TO BE CONTINUED
Topic: A life story poem (Read 1853 times)
