Saturday, February 7, 2009

Sharing Poetry

The Eagle and the Arrow

An Eagle was soaring through the air when suddenly it heard the whizz of an Arrow, and felt itself wounded to death. Slowly it fluttered down to the earth, with its life-blood pouring out of it.

Looking down upon the Arrow with which it had been pierced, it found that the shaft of the arrow had been feathered with one of its own plumes.

"Alas!" it cried, as it died,

"We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction."

5 comments:

  1. interesting poem...if we give them the means it may be unwillingly.

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  2. Very interesting.And enjoyable.
    Thanks

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  3. Well... that got my mind darting off in a hundred and two different directions. I liked it. I always like words that carry my thoughts into a deeper realm or a wider scope.

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  4. Oh wow! Oh wow! This really makes you think.

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