Hymn on Bow-Making
But when you are fed up with it, / This buying what another made, / You walk into your own backyard / And scan the trees for straight, thin limbs.
By Timothy E.G. Bartel Posted in Poetry on November 23, 2018 0 Comments 1 min read
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