I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
“Song Of Myself”section 1-from :”Inscriptions” Leaves of Grass”
pic of buckhorn plantain by td;this grass dominates the suburban drain basin in my neck of the woods.Happy Thursday!