A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman

What is grass
a fetching question
did he ask

I guess I disposed
myself to hopefully explain
to him the nature of nature
green stuff woven

a hanker-chief of
the gods?
sneezed pollen
and leap-frogs?

corner of the world
rugged and rug
to say I dry my feet
I pass the day

baby vegetation
a hieroglyphic
could it seem
mysterious infinity meaning
what exactly?

Kanuck Tuckahoe
Cuff and Kentucky
spun and tender
sometimes yucky

ground germ-any
the grass
is always sweeter
i can tell thee

when its beneath
your feet