Archery

I have always loved archery

Always admired the sport

Something very different I admit

Yet an age old accomplishment

Archers of old waged war with these

Practising daily to improve their aim

Today we buy our bows and arrows

From a sporting store...made of cherry wood

But centuries ago...what was the score?

Archers made their own precious bows

From the aged wood of the Yew tree

Arrows were made from cedar maybe?

They kept the feathers from their geese

They needed to use these to improve their aim

Can you imagine their time frame?

Everything made from scratch...

Nothing was left to chance...

Everything needed perfect balance

As with Robin Hood and his merry men

Each weapon was a necessity

Had to be oiled and kept free from the damp

They practised around their camp...

As with the American Indians

Until guns came along to steal their lives

They were blessed with their expertise

From a little child growing up free and wild

They used what God gave them

To their best advantage

Warriors led the charge...

Bows and arrows flying through the air

Counting coup without a care...

Ah those days when men were free...

If only I had lived back then

Enjoying their blessed existence!

Shooting their arrows with their dignity...