In the heart of America, a voice arose,
A poet of the people, his verses composed,
With leaves of grass, he sang of the land,
Walt Whitman, a soul so grand.
He wandered free, through fields and streets,
Embracing life, its rhythms and beats,
Celebrating the common, the everyday,
In his words, a boundless play.
His pen captured the essence of man,
Every race, every creed, in his grand plan,
A tapestry woven of countless lives,
In Whitman’s world, everyone thrives.
From the bustling cities to the open plains,
His poetry flows like gentle rains,
A tribute to the spirit, ever so bright,
Walt Whitmanâs life, a beacon of light.