Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Captain, our captain,
We take your hand,
Find your footsteps on the streets
Of Chicago, New York, San Francisco.

Your spirit grows from the grassy fields,
Appearing on the horizon
As a light-beam signaling America
To remind her of her roots.

We follow the traces of light
Leading to forgotten springs;
We place our ears to the ground
To be near the leaves of grass and listen

With a desire to recognize our America,
And we wonder, do you know that you have strayed?

-Dejan Stojanovic

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