Sage of words, to read.

Counting every heart beat.

One that looked upon life.

Tears hidden from the 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.


3/4/2014 JOE POEWHIT



Submitted: March 05, 2014

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