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Labor Day Poems

Yes we are the proud American worker! We labor over half of our lives to make things better for our family and ourselves. We are a relentless bunch of hard workers that do not know the word defeat. We push ourselves to the limit and beyond. When we start a job it has to be finished before we are satisfied no matter what it may be.

LABOR DAY LOVE

We are Americans
we are so very proud
We love our country
we march to the beat and sound

We strive for the best
as we labor all the day
In the hot and the cold
as we work our life away

To feed our family
to pay our bills
To keep them warm
nothing left for frills

This is a labor of love
as our Lord has done for us
As he took all our sins
on the cross as he hung

We come home tired
and sore to the bone
But we get up in the morning
and do it all over again

We are proud Americans
we are proud of our land
We are proud to worship
anytime that we can

We will never give in
we will work to the end
When our bodies at rest
and our soul is with Him

Heaven is our reward
for all toils in our life
As we walk heavens staircase
after our labor is all done.

Happy Labor Day to all!
Love Ed and Judy

Written by Judy N. Marquart
Copyrighted August 28, 2006



IT COULDN'T BE DONE

Somebody said it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing and he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one has ever done it";
But he took off his coat and he took of his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing and he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assailyou.
But just buckle in with a bit of a girn,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

Edgar Guest



THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH

Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling,---rejoicing,---sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and though.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



Are You Proud of America
Sung by Ricky Skaggs

A lot of folks think America is falling
there's some that's sayin' we lost our pride
should America fall sometime in the future
could you look back and say you have tried

Oh can you say your proud of America
can you say you helped her to stand
or can you think of some contribution
you've given to make America your land

Have you forgot the source of the freedom
it's hard to remember those that have died
if America calls on you to defend her
would you be willing to stand by her side

Oh can you say your proud of America
can you say you helped her to stand
or can you think of some contribution
you've given to make America your land

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