by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
ACING west from California's shores,
- Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
- I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
- Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled;
- For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
- From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,
- From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,
- Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd,
- Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous,
- (But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)
- This was my favorite poem because he was talking about traveling the world, but loving home more than ever when he returned. He spoke of all the different places he traveled and how when he stood on the west coast of California, he was more happy than ever to see his home and be back in America. I liked this because I think if I were ever a traveler I could really relate to this. I would have fun traveling and seeing the world, but would be happy to come back home and enjoy the freedoms we have here again. However, if it were an option one day to tour the world or take a vacation to Myrtle Beach or Disney World, I would take the vacation.
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