Credit to Sheldon for Drawing**
The Archer
Left arm extended and locked,
arrow drawn to cheek as
fletching brushes two day old
stubble.
Right elbow bent, pointed
tight against quiver at back,
tendons taunt with muscles fixed.
Pressure of braided bowstring
bites deep into calloused ruined fingertips
as they itch to release.
Eyes forward, focused, unwavering,
towards a target who’s heart will know
the strength he holds at its final beat.
Steady….steady….Hold, Hold…
Release….
Fly Free…Fly True…to find death
Draw again
and repeat.
By Philip Wardlow 2013
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
The last time I took Archery was back in high school; missed target all the time, so this poem brings back alot of memories for me. Thanks for writing it and posting it, Philip;)
Practice Practice Practice my dear.,…:) THanks
Short, but to the “point”! Nice work Phil!
Thanks Harold!