A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;
They take a serpentine course-their arms flash in the sun-Hark to the musical
clank;
Behold the silvery river-in it the splashing horses, loitering, stop to drink;
Behold the brown-faced men-each group, each person, a picture-the negligent rest
on
the
saddles;
Some emerge on the opposite bank-others are just entering the ford-while,
Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white,
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.
(Walt Whitman)
More Poetry from Walt Whitman:
- A Proadway Pageant (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Boston Ballad, 1854 (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Woman Waits For Me (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A Riddle Song (Walt Whitman Poems)
- A child said, What is the grass? (Walt Whitman Poems)