Children, of varying sizes, equal, to a degree
Sons and daughters
Healthy, except one
unsure of vegetables
afraid of Dad, voice too loud
Friends come and go
Enjoying free food and horse rides
The house is large
they like people knowing
they are rich
Generally agreeing, that the Law
Is worth abiding to
Because trouble
simply means trouble
the word is prominence
The earth is proud of them
They like trees and animals
Glowing concepts of freedom and love
(taking into account their neighbour)
eyes always out for dogs chasing cars
There is a union
Of belief and obligation
Good vs bad never difficult
expanding self-defense
to the maintenance of dignity
Dad isn’t home much, works hard
Mother towers over them all
Using Father’s name
dedicated to everything
and always, let her kids win
You’ve certainly captured the flavour of WHITMAN by the pacing and phrasing in your modernized poem.