Thursday, January 12, 2006

A Toxophilite Comments

Rating: 4.8

The target ranged at 100 yards,
The bow, strung ready to yield,
The power entrusted in its pull,
Sends the arrows down the field.
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Ernestine Northover
COMMENTS
Francesca Johnson 10 September 2007

Couldn't resist peeking at this one to find out what a toxophilite was! Now I know. A lovely read, Ernestine, and glad I came. Love, Fran xxx

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Esther Leclerc 09 June 2006

A well-crafted poem, Ernestine, on a fascinating subject. This brings back memories from high school; how I wish we'd devoted more time to the sport! Thank you for a wonderful write! Esther : ]

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Charles M Moore 12 February 2006

This one hits the target well written clever read.

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Rita Harrison 22 January 2006

My husband was a bowman. He was an avid hunter but felt the animals needed a chance against the hunter, even the score so to say. He always hunted with a bow on the ground and delighted in the chase in trying to bring down his moving target. Excellent work. Brings back nice memories. Rita

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Duncan Wyllie 18 January 2006

Dear Ernestine This discription paints some lovely colours in the mind. Very clear and dare I say it.....To the point I loved the subject as I have a passion for the bow, not the arrows so much mainly just the bow.

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Sid John Gardner. 17 January 2006

You 'Hit the gold' every time for me Ernestine.An excellent poem crafted by a Wordsmith. Sid John.

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Mary Nagy 14 January 2006

What fun Ernestine! I had a bow but got rid of it..............They really are difficult, I'm impressed! :) Sincerely, Mary

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Declan McHenry 13 January 2006

Excellent stuff Ernestine. A poem with pull!

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Michael Morris 13 January 2006

As always, right on target Ernestine! Would that all one time war weapons could become sports equipment. Many thanks Mike

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