I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
–Song of Myself 32, Walt Whitman
A little busy this morning but wanted to share a few lines from Uncle Walt. I find that it has a soothing effect much like the effect of watching the wild creatures that live around us. My current best animal friend is Howie the older tom turkey who sometimes runs down the path toward me when he sees me coming, gobbling loudly as he comes. I know it’s just because of the sunflower seeds I put out for him and his other bird friends but his evident joy in seeing me always makes me smile.
I think we all appreciate someone displaying a little bit of joy when they see us, even if it’s just an old tom.
I sure do.
Here’s a reading of an excerpt from Whitman’s Song of Myself from his eternal classic Leaves of Grass.
Reblogged this on Love and Love Alone.
Whose reading?
It says Tom O’Bedlam which is a pseudonym (whose origins might end up as a future blog entry) of poet David J. Bauman.Sent from my Galaxy