Found Poetry 221

2/5/20

land is grand
I love all of it
dirt, mud, soil
they all speak
sand grains to the highest peaks
sun shining on it like foil
do we understand
why we still toil

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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