“Word Woodward”

“Word Woodward”, Yuriy Ku Drop

“…I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air…”

There was a stir of green grass and gray hair in the air of this woodward man.

Walt Whitman/13signs



    • His poetic works are of cosmic nature and near to my mind. I pay a due respect to the man of the time and this portrait is a vision of nature and the place of its loving sons and daughters in it. Thank you for the commenting, so few are. ~

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