The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air.
It fell to earth I knew not where,
For, so swift 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.

by Walter Conrad

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Comments (3)

Soooo not Walter Conrad, whoever he is. This is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow!
Friend, this poem is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...
I like this a lot. It is not only a nice parody, but you have made it new and lovely. The last line was best.