On The Road

"If you come to a fork in the road, take it." 

... Yogi Berra

"O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself." 

... Walt Whitman

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I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman

Ricardo

Daniel

Peter

Christopher

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 deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench--

the hatter singing as he stands;

The wood-cutter's song--

the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning,

or at the 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 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.

... Walt Whitman

Labor Day - Men at Work

NO labor-saving machine,

Nor discovery have I made;

Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a

hospital or library,

Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage, for America,

Nor literary success, nor intellect--nor book for the book-shelf;

Only a few carols, vibrating through the air, I leave,

For comrades and lovers. 

...Walt Whitman 

I Sing The Body Electric - Walt Whitman

The expression of the face balks account;

But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face;

It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of

his hips and wrists;

It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist

and knees--dress does not hide him;

The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton

and flannel;

To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more;

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-

side.