In fields of green and skies so blue,
A soul did wander, steadfast and true,
With verses rich, and heart so wide,
He sang of life, and never lied.
From bustling streets to quiet glades,
His footsteps echoed, never fade,
A bard of men, of natureâs call,
He captured essence, one and all.
Through trials deep and triumph’s blaze,
His spirit soared in endless praise,
A visionary, bold and free,
He carved his name in history.
In whispers soft and cries so loud,
His legacy, a lasting shroud,
For Walt Whitman, with pen in hand,
Painted dreams across the land.