Best Buds
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.
Ps and Qs: Photography, Poetry and Quiet 
I love this poem; it has a feeling of saying hello again to an old friend each time I read it. And lovely photos 🙂 Thanks for posting ❤
Hi Angela,
It makes so happy that you picked out the very theme I was holding in my heart. If only I could write these and not just find them in my reading!
These two boys have been best friends since kindergarten and their friendship is a daily blessing and message to me (the kiddo in sunglasses is mine). So many of our children’s pure relationships are a great reminder of what ours should be as adults. My arrow was going out to many an old friend this morning.
Thanks for stopping and commenting. Michelle
Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 18:23:21 +0000 To: mt_rd@hotmail.com