The President’s Arrows Poem by Bill Grace

The President’s Arrows



With stiff decorum we see them opening doors
Or lowering ramps and frequently saluting
They remind me with their perfect posture
Of arrows from my youth straight and perfect in the quiver
That makes me think how much better at The White House
Than notched in some warrior’s bow.

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