His eyes scan the steadfast slashes and jots, <br />Lying sketched on the pages, agéd words from dots, <br />Wise words from the scroll. <br /> <br />His parlance skims the flowing, phraséd language, <br />Breath in, formed brogue in deep, smooth speech, <br />Ears of young take hold. <br /> <br />His passion rises, ascending, leaning over, eyes wide! <br />Though we understand not, the story moves along, <br />Denouement told. <br /> <br />My mind skips a happy, indelible beat, <br />The closing vocal beauty ends, descending fully, <br />Yet Something more unfolds, <br /> <br />Blessed is he who knows.<br /><br />Jonzo Bandwagoner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-oration/
