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