In the cityâs heart, where dreams unfold,
A voice rose strong, both fierce and bold.
With every leaf and blade of grass,
He painted worlds that time would pass.
His pen embraced the common man,
In every face, a story ran.
Through words of love and endless song,
He called for unity, where all belong.
The open road, his constant muse,
In nature’s arms, he’d never lose.
A bard of life, both vast and wide,
With open arms, he did confide.
Though shadows fell and times grew dim,
His verses sang, a timeless hymn.
The legacy of Whitmanâs hand,
Forever etched across the land.