In the fields where the grass whispers low,
Walt Whitman walks, with a heart aglow.
Each leaf a story, each breeze a song,
In nature’s arms, he finds where he belongs.

Born in the cradle of the American land,
With pen in hand, he takes a stand.
To capture the common and the grand,
A poet’s duty, a life’s command.

Through war and peace, his spirit soars,
Embracing the world, its open doors.
In every face, a soul adored,
His verses echo, forever stored.

O Captain, our Captain, with vision wide,
In the tapestry of time, your words abide.
Amidst the leaves, where dreams reside,
Walt Whitman, a river, an endless tide.