Cynaguan Archer


With the flight of my arrow,
for the joy in each heart.
for the love of each shot,
good, bad, near and far

for in the teaching
and in the learning;
for the passion that is passed,
and the care that is shown.

with each breath that I draw,
I cry out "I am Cynaguan archer"
with each beat of my heart
I am urged to step forward.

with each breath and beat,
with each step that I take,
I cry "I am Cynaguan archer
And I am proud!"

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