Not a poem.
Lucky for you.
I hold up the bow and keep my chin straight.
I slowly take out the arrow from my pouch with to fingers.
The arrow is cold and smooth.
I place it gently on the bow.
I pull back and tighten my grip.
I could feel the arrow resisting.
Then,
in a second, its flowing through the air.
So fast, quick, and swift.
Like an arrow in the air.
Quick and agile.
(Sort of a poem, I lied.)
I like this one! It's very poetic. Poems don't have to rhyme to be poetic. This one has a vivid description. I like it. I like the title, as well.
ReplyDeleteGood job!