A Flint Arrow Head

[JoePa]

If some of you guys are old enough and were Boy Scouts at one time you might remember this -

 

A Flint Arrow Head

 

O'ver fields of new turned sod, communing with my God, I tramped along

And in a furrow bed I found an Arrow-head, chiseled from stone

 

Then fancy fled on wings, back to primeval things, Seeking the light

What warrior drew the bow, sighted, and let it go, on its last flight

 

How oft this flinten head on deadly errand sped, I may not know

Nor will the silent flint reveal the slightest hint, How long ago

 

Were its grim story told, what tales would it unfold, Tales that would chill

I know but this one thing, it was made to kill

 

Ages have worn away, warriors gone their way, Their bones are dust

Proof of a craftsman's skill survives the ages still, Left in my trust