'Quiver Full' Poem by James McLain

One 'Quiver Full' I Reach;
For each long bamboo shaft.
Green, straight and true.
I turn and hand them off.
With more too come, in life.
Without her lost, i am.
she is my partner.
Unlike some others that I've, had.
She knows the distance from
the shaft
and where the tips, appear too go.
Soft and deep of polished leather
that he keeps upon her back.
Three laird, is her heart.
She seeps the arrows, water barrels
neat in rows.
Then fills the quiver and it's full and it
can't quiver any more.