{"id":95281,"date":"2012-08-28T20:00:17","date_gmt":"2012-08-29T00:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/95281\/cpc-pick-apart-poetry-celebrates-unofficial-summer\/"},"modified":"2012-08-28T20:00:17","modified_gmt":"2012-08-29T00:00:17","slug":"cpc-pick-apart-poetry-celebrates-unofficial-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/95281\/cpc-pick-apart-poetry-celebrates-unofficial-summer\/","title":{"rendered":"CPC “Pick-Apart Poetry” Celebrates the Unofficial End of Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Welcome to the August 2012 Edition of “Pick-Apart Poetry” as we celebrate <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

the unofficial end of summer and Labor Day which is celebrated <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

on the first Monday in September, this year September 3rd. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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In the spirit of this celebration, we feature two poems <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

which celebrate work and the worker.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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Walt Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing” celebrates each one of us:<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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I HEAR AMERICA SINGING<\/strong><\/font>
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\nI hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,<\/span>
\nThose of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,<\/span>
\nThe carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,<\/span>
\nThe mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,<\/span>
\nThe boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,<\/span>
\nThe shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,<\/span>
\nThe woodcutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,<\/span>
\nThe delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,<\/span>
\nEach singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,<\/span>
\nThe day what belongs to the day-at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,<\/span>
\nSinging with open mouths their strong melodious songs.<\/span>
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Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)<\/font>
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\nAnd Edgar Guest’s “How Do You Tackle Your Work” is a piece <\/span><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

addressing many important issues regarding work that are still very timely today:<\/span><\/font>
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HOW DO YOU TACKLE YOUR WORK?<\/strong>
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How do you tackle your work each day?<\/span>
\n Are you scared of the job you find?<\/span>
\nDo you grapple the task that comes your way<\/span>
\n With a confident, easy mind?<\/span>
\nDo you stand right up to the work ahead<\/span>
\n Or fearfully pause to view it?<\/span>
\nDo you start to toil with a sense of dread<\/span>
\n Or feel that you’re going to do it?<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

You can do as much as you think you can,<\/span>
\n But you’ll never accomplish more;<\/span>
\nIf you’re afraid of yourself, young man,<\/span>
\n There’s little for you in store.<\/span>
\nFor failure comes from the inside first,<\/span>
\n It’s there if we only knew it,<\/span>
\nAnd you can win, though you face the worst,<\/span>
\n If you feel that you’re going to do it.<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

Success! It’s found in the soul of you,<\/span>
\n And not in the realm of luck!<\/span>
\nThe world will furnish the work to do,<\/span>
\n But you must provide the pluck.<\/span>
\nYou can do whatever you think you can,<\/span>
\n It’s all in the way you view it.<\/span>
\nIt’s all in the start that you make, young man:<\/span>
\n You must feel that you’re going to do it.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font>How do you tackle your work each day?<\/span>
\n With confidence clear, or dread?<\/span>
\nWhat to yourself do you stop and say<\/span>
\n When a new task lies ahead?<\/span>
\nWhat is the thought that is in your mind?<\/span>
\n Is fear ever running through it?<\/span>
\nIf so, just tackle the next you find<\/span>
\n By thinking you’re going to do it.<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

<\/font><\/font>Edgar Guest<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n


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\n<\/font><\/strong><\/font>Please select 25 words from the pieces posted<\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/font> <\/strong><\/font>and create a new piece of your own.<\/strong><\/font>
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Words may be used more than once
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<\/font><\/strong> <\/em><\/font><\/strong>There is no word limit to your poem
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As always, our goal is to be creative and to share and, <\/em><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

most of all, to have fun.<\/em><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n

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We are so very much looking forward to what we bring <\/em><\/font><\/font><\/strong><\/div>\n
to share with each other.<\/em><\/font>
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~ Barb K and Cherie ~<\/em>
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