~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Apple of my Eye Apple of my eye. Arrow in the night. Arrow from my quiver. Star in my sky. Second of seven in sight. Little fish swim down ancestral river. The Ladies whisper From that Weird Well, "Wake the Gods, raise the banner." Follow your sister, Like Fetch in human shell. Learn the sign of Red-Beard's Hammer. Let it grow Like our tree Slowly and with patience. Few will know What you see, Arrow of the Ancients. © Izak Sample (written for) 8-12-07.
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