Song of Joys

Today I listened to Barack Obama speak to an audience in Flint, Michigan

And it made me think about my favorite poet

“O the orator’s joys!

 To inflate the chest, to roll the thunder of the voice out from the

  ribs and throat,

 To make the people rage, weep, hate, desire, with yourself, 

 To lead America–to quell America with a great tongue.” [i]

Oratory is an art; few politicians have this magic ability. There have been many great American orators who can take you to a place you never been; in mind, you travel to a place of beauty and love. Only a great orator can perform this feat or an ordinay citizen.

  [i] Song of Joys by Walt Whitman