The Broken Arrow Lost tribes, the tribunal of unknown reigns; <br /> for sight thrust; realms through history <br /> apple of a dam and Eve, fruits of the tree with <br /> the righteous and sins, the eye of the snake <br /> was cast into the furnace; restored with <br /> good and evil, with hand of God, the doors <br /> had opened to calm humanity with the Bible; <br /> included the song of Solomon mate a paie <br /> each to the one and William Tell, apple <br /> placed upon the head, in torment; to arm <br /> the dart; to stun an audience <br /> Strange this world in finding how much <br /> exists there in reply, removed from mortal <br /> view, left to imagination, I'm afraid but true; <br /> units existence to be in life itself, to set the <br /> pace of journey calibre, stemming of souls not <br /> of weeds, only when finding nature to join <br /> setting lines many on the page bearing their <br /> witness of kings and countries; also that <br /> engaged in battle causes; that never cease, <br /> rhymes and reasons. saying just; wrong or <br /> right, but I am victory of the win; the <br /> side to gain in truth the never ending watch <br /> They transferred until Thursday heaven <br /> help them and not leave any forms sums <br /> they can not be replaced for each and to <br /> each other in love and foe. count less numbers <br /> reside; and force each other until the last praise; <br /> be it must be kept throughout the ages; <br /> and continued to survive, renewed in fervor, <br /> revered imprint, salvaged not wrecked <br /> doing wrong discarded the good to triumph <br /> all it can and not a broken arrow.<br /><br />Jois A. Gould<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/click-here-to-listen-to-the-broken-arrow/
