i bequeath my self to the dirt to grow from the grass i love , if you want me again , look for me under your boot-soles . .
you will hardly know who i am what i mean . but i shall be good health to you nevertheless .
and filter and fibre your blood . .
failing to fetch me at first , keep encouraged .
missing me one place search another . .
i stop somewhere waiting for you :*
~song off myself - walt whitman ..