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.
Oooh I'm all of a quiver iip! lol Fine poem of working relationships. It is about knowing how to handle your equipment, in order to aim and hit the deepest heart in the forest. Smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘Then fills the quiver and it's full and it // can't quiver any more… Shuddering wit awe experience! Imagery galore Ten. Ms. Nivedita UK