In boundless fields of golden light, he roamed,
A voice of many, singing songs untamed,
Leaves of Grass, his legacy, unbowed,
A beacon bright, in freedom’s name.
His words, a river flowing wide,
Embracing all, with open arms,
From city streets to countryside,
He captured life, in all its charms.
Through wars and peace, his pen did glide,
Chronicling the human heart,
A visionary, far and wide,
His poetry, an artful part.
Walt Whitman, spirit wild and free,
Your legacy forever stays,
In every line, we clearly see,
The beauty of your endless days.