This is a drawing our grandson (and Julie's son) Samuel sent to the insurance man for Father's Day. It is a Native American arrowhead, submerged in a stream. It came along with an original poem that Sam wrote for his Papa. I asked him for permission to share it here.
"Here he lies, the old arrowhead
who sits undisturbed
on the quiet creek bed.
Through sun, moon and stars
his path has led.
When he was young he used to fly
like some bird of death,
high into the sky.
Though from the day he was lost
he was made here to lie.
But now without knowing it
a hope he has got
though lies he abandoned
he lies not unsought,
because we remember the battles he fought."
Samuel Jones
June 2014
1 comment:
Wow, very well expressed. Thank you for sharing, Jennie.
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