Archery, Bowmanship and Courtesy

Someone who shoots within his bow,	Now he walks with steady pace,
Who looses clean his shaft,	In anticipation stored,
In sure belief we all know,	To the scoring at the face,
It will never be his last.	One nine, four more and a red!

His arrow so fast and smooth it flies,	Back then, he walks to the line,
On its graceful arcing path,	And takes his bow in hand,
'Til it cannot be denied,	Nocking his arrow fine,
It commits its final act.	Once more to test his sand.

Three shafts and three more,	His heart and mind is freed,
Fly towards the target small,	His eye and arms are steady,
All aimed for the golden core,	The arrow echo's his need
Certain hit them all.	To Perfect His Archery.	May 1992.

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