Huntin' For Love
by GC SMITH
My bow
always
at the ready;
my quiver
packed
with arrows
I am
the Archer',
it is written
in the stars;
of that
there
is no
doubt
So when
December
rolled around
I was
on the
hunt,
my arrows
turquoise
tipped
Though
not exactly
Cupid
I hunted
for her
heart;
shot me a
bullseye,
my arrow
found its
mark
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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