poem

My WalkaboutsVerse #poem, with #photography, on the attractive hinterland of "North Wales" https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com/2011/06/walkaboutsverse-65-of-230.html

There are many traditions across the globe of using metaphorical poetic language to describe or boast about yourself. Here's a griot-style autobiographical #Poem about me. #Poetry #Oratory
"I am the oak that mocks the gale, born from the dust beside the grinding stone, rooted deep within the clearing of the ancient fortress wall.
My left limb danced a halting measure on the road, yet my swift feet swallowed the red earth, leaving trails of thunder before the sun had learned my name. (1/5)