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Liz Rowlands
The Archer

I came to you to make my bow,
for yew, and only yew, would do;
your wood is strong and pliant, so
I came to you to make my bow,
and thus I overcame my foe -
full straight and long my arrows flew.
I came to you to make my bow,
for yew, and only yew, would do.