The Bow in Time by Christopher Bernard Lidstone

The Bow in Time

By Christopher Bernard Lidstone

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When I was just a little boy

A bow to me was just a toy

It seemed like such a simple thing

It was just a stick and string

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But the bow gave me such fun

That I chose the bow, not a gun

A talent good enough to show

The bow and I began to grow

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I shared this gift with all I knew

And with these gifts my talent grew

With a bow in my hand

Flying arrows understand

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Just exactly where to be

When my hand set them free

And my children understood

So I gave them bows of wood

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To the high schools I would go

With the only sport I know

Giving them a chance to be

Proud archers just like me

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Archery became my life

Even calling to my wife

No longer just a stick and string

A bow is such a beautiful thing

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While traveling in a foreign land

I happened on another man

He was brown and I am white

But we looked so much alike

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The next words seemed strange to me

He said “We have history”

“Not in this life but in one past”

Now am I supposed to ask

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How and when I could not see

Could reincarnation really be

Continue please I want to know

Of friends and archers years ago

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Could this be a second time

And the gift with bow be rhyme

He recalls a fatal wound

In a field so long ago

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Slow and painful to the end

Only comfort was his friend

Who again he would meet

On a crowded foreign street

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Though I have no memory of this

The story gave me such a lift

He said your soul is very old

And that this story must be told

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08-01-25

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