Friday, May 11, 2018

My Bow Unstrung; poem by Brennan using anaphora

My Bow Unstrung

We used to hunt buffalo 
On the Great Plains
My bow is unstrung.

We used to build teepees 
And sleep next to the fire,
Under the sky
My bow is unstrung.

We used to catch Elkdogs,
And ride 
through the open Prairie
My bow is unstrung.

Now we look at the wall
That keeps us in.
Our bows are unstrung.

By: Brennan

3 comments:

  1. This is unbelievable! Your a brilliant young man! I think we should video you out back saying it

    ReplyDelete
  2. Outstanding! I can really picture your Natives becoming sad.

    Nana

    ReplyDelete