Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ARROW MAKER, by CHAPMAN JAMES MILLING


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ARROW MAKER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Discarded flakes of gleaming amber flint
Last Line: The arrow-man each day, for I am he!
Subject(s): Arrows; Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America


Discarded flakes of gleaming amber flint
From distant quarries where the red men toiled,
Can these be arrow heads the maker spoiled,
Or merely chips that bear his hammer-print?

How patiently he must have worked away
To ruin twenty points in making one,
This wrinkled artist, squatting in the sun,
Who left them lying here that autumn day.

My songs are like these broken stones, I see
The arrow-man each day, for I am he!





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