Arrows Poem by Juan Olivarez

We used to lay nails, on the railroad tracks.
And then wait for the train, to crush them flat.
Thats how we made our arrowheads,
Then we would sharpen them, just a tad.

We'd fletch them then, with feathers from geese,
And with home made bows, they'd fly with ease.
We were great hunters, and thats a fact,
For bringing down small game, we had a knack.

This all really happened, so long ago,
But things have changed so much since then.
When we took turns playing Robin Hood,
And the rest of us were the merry men.

9/6/10 Alton Texas