05-22-2012, 08:47 PM
Well, I kind of raged, but I do agree that my last post was a little cryptic to people who don't personally know me, so here's a simpler, shorter poem.
The great Ming armada chargers,
Its spirit propelling it through the sea
Wandering blindly over a maze of water;
A monolith of faith, in human prevalence.
Its captain the grand Zheng He,
A man of immense stature;
With an iron fist as his action.
And a modest soul as his means.
Their journey would take them far, far away,
Led to a sea of exotic landsl
To a striking world of spices,
India greets them.
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0507/feature2/
The great Ming armada chargers,
Its spirit propelling it through the sea
Wandering blindly over a maze of water;
A monolith of faith, in human prevalence.
Its captain the grand Zheng He,
A man of immense stature;
With an iron fist as his action.
And a modest soul as his means.
Their journey would take them far, far away,
Led to a sea of exotic landsl
To a striking world of spices,
India greets them.
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0507/feature2/