Gosh I love the last day of May. Forget about the fact that the weather is gorgeous and the flowers are, um, whatever. Today has a much more special meaning to me than sunshine and pollen. For today, my friends, is Walt Whitman's Birthday.
WWWWD?- A poem by Bry
I imagine myself walking, climbing, treading the mountainsI am one man hiking his way to the top, to the peak of all peaks!What lies in the distance is an unknown, an always known,A question we all must ask.
What would Walt Whitman doAt the top of the mountain?Would he stand there and laugh at the sky?Would he fly off like a bird to the future of earth?Would he sit for a spell, and just cry?What would Walt Whitman doDear friends all around me?Would he become one with the grass and the moon?Would Walt breathe the air of ancestors, long gone, never forgottenOr hideout in the universe's shed.
Walt Whitman, my friend, oh what would you doIf the mountain itself crumbled under you?If the world turned to dust and left all of us,Tell me what would you do, dear Walt Whitman?
"We're connected," he said, "You and me, on this thread,This thread between space, between blurs.If you tug on my beard, ancient rhymes will be clearedFrom my mouth, to the page, to your WORD."
Walt Whitman, Walt Whitman, oh what would you do?"Come with me. I will show you..."
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On The Beach At Night Alone - A poem by Walt Whitman
Happy birthday, brother.
To read last year's birthday wishes, click here.
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