Stuff I wrote as a kid

I hear America singing poem

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.

Those of mechanics, each one singing while working as it should be cheerful and strong.

The businessman singing his as he pays his employees or his bills.

The computer scientist singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work.

The farmer singing what belongs to him or his farm, the helper

singing on the field.

The husband singing as he on his chair, the artist singing as he stands.

The photographer's song, the teacher's on her way in the classroom, or at

lunch or at the teacher's lounge.

The wonderful singing of the mother, or the young women at work or of

the girl texting or tweeting.

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to no one else.

The day what belongs to the day- at night the people of America sleep after a long day of work

Singing with open mouths with their strong, melodious songs.