Our Tree
“Archery”
Breath in, breath out
Draw in, bring down
Aim true, let be
It’s you, gets me
The wind, it’s breeze
Whisper, sweetly
Pine tree, oak leaf
I see, nothing
One shot, or three
Fly free, hits me
Perfect, can be
Our love, archery
About the Creator
Corey W Harland
Retired soldier, writing as a therapy, hobby, and as a dream career as I go. I hope to fill this page with poetry, photographs, and stories that will inspire all who read to embrace their own beauty and let their own lights shine bright!
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Muses & Musings
Welcome to my new series, a weekly blog on what’s inspiring me. I spent much of last week in bed with a stomach bug. I’ll spare you the details of that—but in addition to the grotesque physical symptoms, I had some fever dreams I won’t soon forget. Imagine my surprise to see Vocal’s newest challenge: Write a fiction story about a recurring dream or nightmare.
By Davina Zinn McKeea day ago in Journal
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