Delicious Singing

Who's ready for a 3 day weekend? Actually, I haven't been out in the working world for 5 years now, do people still take the day off on Labor Day? Besides mail carriers? Big pup doesn't have school on Monday which means I don't have to set my alarm for 6 a.m. That's enough of a day off for me right there.


I almost posted this poem for the July 4th Poetry Friday Edition but I thought it fit more with Labor Day and the whole celebrating the working man/woman thing. Here's I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman:


I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.