Uncle Walt, Bill Federer, and the Bishops on Labor Day

               Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

                       I Hear America Singing.

    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 deck- 
              hand singing on the steamboat deck, 
    The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing 
              as he stands, 
    The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morn- 
              ing, 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.

 

Here is Bill Federer on Labor Day.

 



 

 

Here is the USCCB on the dignity of work and workers.

 

 

 

Hope it's an encouraging, wonderful day, friends!

Love, Allison