Boy with Clubfoot
A young lonesome boy, traveling alone,
sets out into an unpeopled land,
filled with opportunity and hope,
with the vast sky behind him.
He doesn’t know where he will go,
With no clear location, nor a destination
He travels where the road guides him.
With a clubfoot on his left,
And torn, tattered clothes
He journeys the land in pride.
He might be deaf and also a mute,
But that does not bring a tear to his eyes.
Because he is proud of himself,
And glad he was born
And doesn’t care that people judge him.
And with his crutch slung over his shoulder,
He will march like a soldier
Erect and proud for the world to see.
Well this is my poem from the Wednesday lecture. Its not very good i think but it's what I get our of the picture.
In the image you can really see that the young boy, although suffering from alot of disabilities stand tall and proud of who he is. It really gives you the impression that nothing can stand in your way when you trully believe in yourself.
But, I still wander. Is the boy really wearing torn, tatterd clothes?
I really can't tell. They look fine to me.....
boy with club foot - jusepe de ribera