: The Last Arrow 071
The Last End and I`m always second,
So much hanging on this arrow,
Easier said than done, a gold would clinch it now.
Draw back, Steady...Breath and loose.
Seconds feel like minutes, Boy did that feel good!
Fear to look? dismiss result, my God a Gold, a Gold?
The coolest shot I ever made in fifty years of moulding.
A fine Archer with a cool heart.Many thanks indeed Philip for your valuable comment on' The blind & his piccolo'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should make some more coolest shot.......n be the 1st always no matter if it's the last end.......Nice poem Sir! ! Thank you for sharing,