Okay kiddos we’re in the homestretch (or the dying throws) of 2014’s National Poetry Month.
It’s Monday and I’m hungover running late so you all can talk amongst yourselves. Or you can talk to yourselves as long as you speak softly.
Today’s poet is Walt Whitman, a man of many faces. His self-published Leaves of Grass (as you may already know but humor me) was the feature of this year’s NPM poster. I’d like to say I had a hand in that. 😉
Courte$y of Academy of American Poets. Hopefully you took advantage of this freebie.
Leaves of Grass is another bit of art that can be obtained without co$t here.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
From Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself.”
The Real Janna Hill 
I see or hear Walt Whitman, and I think about Doc Hollywood and old Doc Hogue getting drunk at dinner and holding everyone hostage by reciting Walt Whitman’s work. You haven’t experienced Whitman until an old drunk southern man is saying the words, I guess.
LikeLike
lol Staci. Oh how your thoughts must entertain you. 🙂 It sounds hilarious.
LikeLike
You need to rent the movie. It was pretty funny.
LikeLike
I just went in search of Doc Hollywood. As soon as I saw Michael J. Fox I started having flash backs. That was a funny movie. I need to watch it again. Thanks for waking up a few happy brain cells. 😀
LikeLike
Hi nice reading yoour blog
LikeLiked by 1 person
Appreciate you stopping by. Thank you.
LikeLike
Thanks. Stop by anytime.
LikeLike