Its very interesting how the tracing of certain routes or streets or restaurants bring back memories of an old girlfriend, a great day, a bad day, a day where great food followed great sex and so forth. Standing over the land of his forefathers, he is standing on them, probably the remaining legacy of his family. (i might be wrong, eddie) I thought to myself: i have no ancestors, no family graves to visit, nothing.
What does that make me? Most importantly, Whitman is returning to a land where he was born and raised. I have experienced these changes, visiting parks i was taken too, houses that i lived in, and now as a young adult i appreciate them and draw the ties as they lie buried in their locations and there comes the warmth of the familiar, though forgotten. He is not just overlooking his father's land, he's scoping the land where three centuries of his family have been buried, all the way down to the first settlers.
In old, he's not drawing upon 22 years of memories, he is pulling from himself 62 years of memories and experiences that have shaped him into the man he is today. And he knows it, and whether he looks at the land with compassion and love i don't know, he most likely respected it.
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