Sit Me In A Corner Of Your Heart Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wisdom is an arrow whose direction
And aim is never quite true or straight
Coz to hit a target true head-on, plumb, centre line
You first have to administer your shot a little too high
Exaggerate the truth aim your arrow a little over
The skyline of heavens roof
If you want to hit or break that window
You need a strong steady stern forearm a good eye
And Lots of resolute unflappable attitude, so,
So the altitude of delivery is just right.

What’s insight or even life shouts a lonesome huntsman
Hollowing ifs I blow on this here duck whistle?
Peels off another shot on target
It’s no arrow but its lead will split
The hairs on the back of your head a logic
Stronger than any gravity than any apple split in to
But then a childlike inner voice spoke!
Sit me in a corner of your heart
Like a snowdrift like a sand dune
I’ll not move and I’ll grant you the first and last shot.