VIDEO: The “Miracles” of Our National Parks
Have you read Walt Whitman’s poem, Miracles?
This classic poem was the inspiration behind our latest National Parks video. Because whether you’re watching the sun slip behind the majestic Tetons or staring into Yosemite Valley from the edge of Half Dome, you can’t help but notice some of life’s greatest miracles at those moments. In fact, it’s hard not to find a million tiny miracles in our National Parks at any given moment.
Here’s the full poem so you can soak it up…
Miracles by Walt Whitman
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—
the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?