Walt Whitman Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Walt Whitman



Sage of words to read.
Counting every heart beat.
One that looked upon life.
Tears hidden from strife.
Wanting all to read.
His words like flowering seeds.
His anchor was mankind.
The war he knew - unkind.
When one hears the WHITMAN name.
A POET OF KINGLY FAME.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Poetry
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JOE POEWHIT

JOE POEWHIT

New York City
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