I was looking around for a poem about Labor Day on this final summer Friday. (I know, I know… summer goes through mid-September. However, this is the weekend that always feels like the last weekend of summer to me.) I found an acrostic poem by Nicholas Gordon that captures the mood and feeling that I think many people hold about Labor Day.
Labor Day officially ends summer,
As those who work enjoy one final fling.
Blessed are those who bear the daily burden,
Of whom few savants speak or minstrels sing,
Returning to the shallows of September.
Click here to read the rest of the poem (i.e., the DAY part).
Poetry Friday is being held over at Charlotte’s Library this week.
TWO WRITING TEACHERS 
I like it! Thank for sharing. But I am actually looking forward to the greater structure provided by fall…the scrambling of get my work hours in during the summer gets to me.
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Oh No! That labour day poem jolted me right into reality!!
On the bright side, maybe I’ll appreciate this long weekend that much more as a result.
Thanks!
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