Poem: The Arrow and The Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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A favorite photo of mine of my oldest granddaughter. She is so focused on the target. A novice at shooting an arrow but the desire to aim true is an ingrained aspect of her personality. She is holding tight to the bow and wanting the arrow to fly to its intended target.

A lesson in life: Holding tight and letting go; knowing when to do the right thing.

The Arrow and the Song
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow      1807–1882

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.