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.
For: Nurturing Thursday
I love this poem!! And I love the photos you put with it!
I guess we’re both listening to the Earth’s music today 🙂 x
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yes, we are! thanks, Claire 🙂
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Yes indeed, whatever we send out we’re likely to find again someday!
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that’s very true, Meg 🙂
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Lovely addition to share — beautiful photo as well! Thank you for linking with Nurturing Thursday!
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always my pleasure, Becca 🙂
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Very tender poetry.
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it is! thanks and have a lovely Sunday 🙂
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