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Monday, October 27, 2008

Poem for the Election

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.

or vote on November 4th
but VOTE!

Thomas Jefferson:
A politician looks forward only to the next election.
A statesman looks forward to the next generation.


Mary Timme said...

I've done the mail in ballot already! It is so nice to have gotten it done, as we had two pages of state stuff and district stuff to do. I'm hoping that most American's with the right to vote will.

freebird said...

I love Walt Whitman's poems and that is also a very good quote.