Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,400 Points (25th March 1943)

A Toxophilite - Poem by Ernestine Northover

The target ranged at 100 yards,
The bow, strung ready to yield,
The power entrusted in its pull,
Sends the arrows down the field.

Each one with red coloured feathers,
Each alloy shaft balanced for speed,
The string is drawn, then with tension held,
It shall surely the 'bulls eye' feed.

Like a bullet sprung from a barrel,
The arrow flies out of sight,
And then a 'thud' as it hits the butt,
It's a game that can't help but excite.

A steady stance, and strong muscled arms,
Are needed to perfect the aim,
With a quiver and bow sight, you can become,
Archer, Toxophilite, Bowman, the same.

A very ancient skill, this was, way back,
Battles fought, by brave stalwart men,
The bow and the arrows, were weapons of war,
One would not have liked, living then.

But these days it's a great sport to tackle,
Achievement is always one's claim,
And a score in the 'Centre' is well worth the wait,
Archery is a wonderful game.

© Ernestine Northover


Comments about A Toxophilite by Ernestine Northover

  • (9/10/2007 11:53:00 AM)


    Couldn't resist peeking at this one to find out what a toxophilite was! Now I know. A lovely read, Ernestine, and glad I came.

    Love, Fran xxx
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  • (6/9/2006 3:36:00 PM)


    A well-crafted poem, Ernestine, on a fascinating subject. This brings back memories from high school; how I wish we'd devoted more time to the sport! Thank you for a wonderful write! Esther : ] (Report) Reply

  • Charles M Moore (2/12/2006 6:50:00 PM)


    This one hits the target well written clever read. (Report) Reply

  • (1/22/2006 3:20:00 PM)


    My husband was a bowman. He was an avid hunter but felt the animals needed a chance against the hunter, even the score so to say. He always hunted with a bow on the ground and delighted in the chase in trying to bring down his moving target. Excellent work. Brings back nice memories. Rita (Report) Reply

  • (1/18/2006 1:58:00 PM)


    Dear Ernestine

    This discription paints some lovely colours in the mind.
    Very clear and dare I say it.....To the point
    I loved the subject as I have a passion for the bow, not the arrows so much
    mainly just the bow.
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  • (1/17/2006 1:08:00 PM)


    You 'Hit the gold' every time for me Ernestine.An excellent poem crafted by a Wordsmith.

    Sid John.
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  • (1/14/2006 4:52:00 PM)


    What fun Ernestine! I had a bow but got rid of it..............They really are difficult, I'm impressed! :) Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (1/14/2006 4:28:00 PM)


    Dear Ernestine,
    You have me considering a return to rhyming, metred verse, at least a sequence for a spell. As I began writing poetry, this was almost always the case. In fact, in some ways, this reminds me of a few of mine from the refining years. An absolute pearl of a poem!

    xxx Gregory
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  • (1/13/2006 1:56:00 PM)


    Excellent stuff Ernestine. A poem with pull! (Report) Reply

  • (1/13/2006 3:57:00 AM)


    As always, right on target Ernestine!
    Would that all one time war weapons could become sports equipment.
    Many thanks Mike
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008


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