Poem: Archery by Chuck Kramer
Photo Source: Unsplash Archery When I was eleven, I went to a YMCA summer camp in Michigan with my friend John. The camp sprawled along the shore of a small lake and for two weeks we lived in a rustic world of wood cabins, outhouses, singalongs and simple dinners cooked over wood fires. We enjoyed the swimming, hiking and horseback riding. We also had lessons to teach us manly arts: boating, shooting, and archery. John and I both got off on the archery—reminded us of Robin Hood. We...