Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2012
Standing up tall
Bow at the ready
Eyes glued to the target
Steady, steady
Leaving no time
To hesitate
For fear of getting
Just an eight
Straight and true
The arrow flies
Hits dead center
She's on the rise.
The last line of this kinda bugs me :/ also, I do know how to shoot :]
Sheeda
Written by
Sheeda
  719
   ---, DieingEmbers, ---, Timothy and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems