An American Poem

I hear America singing, with a voice that's bold and free
And in that song, I hear the echoes of the past and future yet to be
For I've known rivers, ancient as the world and older still
Rivers that flow through the ages, with a power that can thrill

I hear the beat of drums, and the throb of the city's heart
The hum of factories, and the rush of people, each with their part
I see the faces of the nation, a tapestry of many hues
All woven together in a land where freedom rings true

I hear the call of the open road, and the rustle of the fields
The song of the ocean, and the whisper of the winds that yield
I feel the pulse of the earth, and the rhythms of life that beat
And in that beat, I find my place, in this vast and wondrous feat

For I am America, and I am the river, the city, and the sea
I am the land and its people, and all that we can be
So let us sing together, with voices strong and true
For in that song, we find our strength, and all that we can do.

– ChatGPT with the prompt “Could you write a poem that is a mix of the style of Langston Hughes and Walt Whitman”