The Archer

By: Alyssa Pennini

Stand still and tall, bow in hand

A quiet strength, yours to command

Weight of the quiver, strapped to your back

A target is chosen, something to track

Eyes close to focus on the sounds

Nature’s music is all around

Raise your bow, take your stance

Anchor the arrow without a glance

Feel the air while peace is sought

Pull the bowstring til it’s taut

See the target in your mind’s eye

Take a deep breath and let it fly