I Caught The Arrow Of Longfellow Poem by Gilbert Pangyarihan

To the children of the world

I found the arrow of Longfellow,
While alone hiking on a boondock,
Snubbed by many a passing fellow,
Stuck in a hardwood, a local oak.

I caught the arrow of Longfellow;
Now my rhymes would just follow.
Though he shot it long, long ago,
Still I hear the distinct echo.

I have no sight so keen and strong,
But I have ears to play the song;
Nor have I sight so strong and keen,
But I can play the violin.

I caught the arrow of Longfellow;
Now my rhymes would long follow.
The call I heard on a boondock,
The arrow’s echo still unbroke.