A Po-em

The Arrow and the Song
By: Henry Wadsworth Logfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

I discovered this poem from CSI (Episode Ending Happy from season 7, if'n you're interested) and it just struck me as beautiful, it's not long, it's not terribly profound, but I like it, and thought I should share it with you.