Crossing the Brooklyn Ferry By Walt Witmen

In this poem Walt asks a question: why do we all go back up to the rail on the ferry and look at the water flowing and the sun as hits the seagulls and why do all the generations after him go back to that same spot? He didnt anticipate the building of the Brooklyn bridge or the industrial revelation he thought that every thing would stay the same as it was back then that Brooklyn would still be like the country very hilly and grassy, and that manhattan would still be verry manufactured, and that everything with years on to go would still cross over the river by ferry. Even tough all this has changed we all still go back to that same spot, we all lean over the rail, we all look at the water as the tip of the ferry breakers through every wave, we still look at the seagulls and how the sunlight hits them and how it showes the golen side where the hits them and then the shadow casted apon the water. And how that 50 years, 100 years, and hundreds of years from then that other will see what he saw and that we all wonder what he wandered.