Adventurous Atlanta,
hunter of wild boar,
challenged men to race barefoot...
provoking even more,
declared that she would marry
the victor of the race,
all defeated she would kill
to shield them from disgrace.
A daring suitor,
in his hand
carried golden apples,
each time Atlanta took the lead
a golden apple did precede.
As she stooped to pick it up
the young man passed her
fast, outclassed her.
So, in a joyful open hand
was placed the contested wedding band.
Its a nice little story, I don't think I have heard this one before, but its quite delightful.
good imagery and flow enjoy to read it thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a story of proposal! Certainly enjoy this one Miss Sally...