A Song of Joys

In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out
   on foot on the ice ~ I have a small axe to cut holes in
   the ice.

Behold me well-clothed going gayly or returning in the
   afternoon, my brood of tough boys accompanying me,

My brood of grown and part-grown boys, who love to be with
   no one else so well as they love to be with me,

By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with me.

         ~ Walt Whitman
          from Leaves of Grass
 

from The NAMBLA Bulletin, Vol. 5, No. 1 (Jan./Feb., 1984), Pg. 6.
This also appears in Poems of Love and Liberation.
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