A Boy and A Bow
This is a story of an archery bow
Put in the hands of a young boy that sparked a glow
The world of archery entered into his sights.
Striving to find those shining bright lights.
Thousands of arrows have hissed through the air
Shooting each with purpose, taking the targets dare
Fed a soul hunger towards perfecting the shot
That wants only arrows to mark the x spot
With miles behind and more still to go,
This archery parent prays it stays slow
While reaching towards the ultimate goal
Of standing on the podium shining with gold
An army of archery “angels” guiding the way
Helping prepare the archer for each day
To a path that needs many to help a archer grow
With sincere gratitude, all my heart can bestow
No matter the end of the story being told
The heart will have many stories to hold
Archery brought purpose and love for a game
No matter the outcome, no matter the fame.
By: This Archery Parent