Hopi Arrow Head

I shoot through the air at terrible speed,
The world is spinning around me,
Like I’m stuck in a whirlwind,
I reach my master's target,
I feel nervous,
But there is no time to think,
Slam.
I pierce through the skin,
I am in the flesh and bones,
I feel my master picking me up,
His hands warm and rough,
He makes me feel proud,
I am rugged but smooth,
I smell like dust,
I taste like cinders and sand,
I have lived for many years,
Building up a bank of memories,
In the Arizona desert,
With my fellow arrowhead friends.