So here is a little poem I wrote using prepositions:

 

Atop a hill, among the clouds,

A hunter lies in wait.

From his quiver, he produces an arrow,

And notches it without pause.

 

Amid the herd, beside a river,

His target strolls beneath the trees.

He unleashes the arrow at his target,

The arrow slips past the bow.

 

He will not starve today.