Upon the shores of Brooklyn’s grace, he penned
The verses of a nation’s soul and strife,
In nature’s arms, his spirit did ascend,
The bard of freedom, champion of life.

Leaves of Grass, a testament so grand,
His words embraced the common and the free,
With every line, a call to understand,
The beauty found in life’s diversity.

Amidst the Civil War’s dark, troubled night,
His voice a beacon, steady and profound,
He sang of soldiers’ courage in the fight,
And of the bonds in human hearts he found.

In twilight years, his legacy would grow,
The poet’s heart forever intertwined
With nature’s song, and every ebb and flow,
Walt Whitman’s spirit, endless and enshrined.