Walt Whitman's Haversack

Why am I drawn to the wounded

When I could turn my cheek and move on

Fortune allows me to easily escape

So why am I down on my knees

 

The ground is frozen and the story in those eyes

Will never be told again

But I find in this place

Something human

Something real

I want to give

Is there anything I can give?

 

I have fruits that will color the sky

They're delightful, and ever so sweet

The pleasure will rain onto your tongue

They're ripe and ready to eat

 

I have brandy to lift your spirits

And quench your longing heart

Take a swig and you'll be singing

A melody 'bout your sweetheart

 

I have plugs of tobacco

Given from this bountiful land

Pack your pipe and warm your lungs

Or take a bite and let the juices run

 

Here's a biscuit for you my friend

And some jam to spread upon it

Take this blanket, more snow is ahead

But tomorrow you'll be far from this place

 

My brother, you are tired, close your eyes

You're hearing the last of the cannons

Your words will be in this letter

Your mother will know you've been found

 

Why am I drawn to the wounded

When I could turn my cheek and move on

Fortune allows me to easily escape

So why am I down on my knees

 

The ground is frozen and the story in those eyes

Will never be told again

But I find in this place

Something human

Something real

I want to give

Is there anything I can give?