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This poem took
a first place at state last in 2008.
Mystery History
by Geneva Fulgham
To fletch an arrow means
to fasten tiny feathers
to its tail
--not in the least an
easy task.
Their placement must not
vary
the slightest bit from
left or right
nor can they be too long
or short;
too thick or thin;
without due care
one cannot win. Our
ancestor
the Fletcher must have
been
a skillful type;
likewise the Smith.
But who can say what
Donald's son,
MacDonald, may have done
or not?
That name conveys no
facts except
one's ancient pride in
being Scot.
At least we know two out
of three
by labor earned their
pedigree.
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