He shot an arrow in the air.
Why in the air?
I do not know.
I wasn't there.
He breathed a song into the air.
Why breathe it there?
I do not know.
He did not share.
He found the arrow in a tree.
How could that be?
I do not know.
I did not see.
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Author Notes
With apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for my response to his poem.
My little ditty was not meant to be a critical analysis, but just a little fun with some of the ideas in the poem. The contest does not require iambic pentameter rhyme, so I chose to rhyme the first, second, and fourth lines within each stanza, with a repeating sentence to carry through all three for the third line.
The Arrow and the Song
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
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