I've been cleaning out my room -- slowly but surely -- and I came across this poem the other day. Fitting that I found it now. Can you read it? If not:
Across the ocean
Lies the
Land of my
Indigenous ancestors who are
Silently watching
Over me
Now and forever
2 comments:
Wow! How cool is that! Now you can say that you have traveled across the ocean and personally seen the land of your indigenous ancestors.
Nanay Milda
Yup.
And in case you didn't notice, I hope I don't have to spell it out for you. Read the first letter of every line. The poem itself is a definition of the word "acrostic."
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