One Saturday in the 60's behind Christian school, my buddy wanted us to spin him on the merry go round while he lay on his back with recurve and arrow ready to go. He recited the poem while he fired one straight up. We all ran for cover under the teeter totter boards. No one saw where the arrow went. two months later a neighbor kid climbed the tree along the school to get a softball, we were not allowed to play with baseballs on the christian school property, off the gym roof. Found the arrow, still stuck in the rood tar on the gym.
One Saturday in the 60's behind Christian school, my buddy wanted us to spin him on the merry go round while he lay on his back with recurve and arrow ready to go. He recited the poem while he fired one straight up. We all ran for cover under the teeter totter boards. No one saw where the arrow went. two months later a neighbor kid climbed the tree along the school to get a softball, we were not allowed to play with baseballs on the christian school property, off the gym roof. Found the arrow, still stuck in the rood tar on the gym.
🤣😜👍
My try at this was almost as fruitful.