stories were rumored he shared his tales
through poetry sold in the marketplace
he was of an age, he was ancient
deep were lines and wrinkles on his face
he wrote tales of barracudas and banshees
his poetry written on numerous scrolls
when the ink dried, he inked it again
and then penned tales of fairies and trolls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Village storytellers would ride off into the sunset to become poets, I love this! !