Something I wrote on an English course in the New Forest. By the way, I suck at archery.

Stand sideways,

Feet firmly on the ground.

Pick up the bow,

Hold it softly.

String the bow,

Hear the arrow click into place.

Flip the bow back into proper position.

Stare down the arrow,

Back straight,

Breathing slowly, deeply.

Concentrate on the target,

There is nothing else.

Draw the string back,

Firmly, gently.

So just let go,

Suddenly, quickly.

The arrow is graceful,

Flying through the air,


It nears the target,

Missing completely.

...Any comments?