With his piddling bow <br />He comes to the range <br />To approach that inner meridian <br />That makes him one <br />With the straw-bale target: <br />But he suffers the sneers & cackles <br />Of the high-tech set <br />With their calibrated scopes <br />And digital tensions <br />That everywhere prefer certifiable dominance <br />To the subtleties of rapport<br /><br />Craig Steiger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/archery-2/
