Yes to the unknown, the tears, the sweat.
Yes to the ‘morrow-rise and sunset.
Yes to the voices, young and strong,
Yes to the children learning right from wrong.
Yes to the starlight, high and cold,
Yes to the mists, and the mysteries they hold.
Yes to the hard road, traveled alone,
Yes to the love that reaches the bone.
Yes to the losses that each must bear,
Yes to the life sources, sea and air,
Yes to the pains that teach us strength,
Yes to the spirit that wins at length
Yes to the people, yes to their backs,
Yes to their yokes and labor and acts.
Yes to the toilers, loafers and apes,
Yes to the tillers of history’s landscapes.
Yes to the dawn, arms spread wide,
Yes to the rains and winds and tide,
Yes to the future, right or wrong,
Yes to the others, who rise in song.
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lovely, just lovely
am:)
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Thank you. 🙂 I’ve been reading a lot of Sandburg lately, particularly “The People, Yes”. I got the “yes” idea of listing things to be for, of what that requires you to pull out of yourself, from a fellow-blogger, and then started trying to channel Carl. Then I had to look up rhyming words for about two hours, and then to try to make it flow… not that it’s completely there yet. LOL
Sorry. Too much inside baseball. I am touched by your compliment. Thank you again.
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You are welcome, Doug.
Channeling Carl, not a bad fella to embrace.
Rhyming is beyond my realm of mastery. ‘Tis quite difficult. But, my friend you’ve done it well:)
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