Sept 2 and 9- Prompt-Labor Day!

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  • Patricia Hubschman

    Labor Day
    By Trish Hubschman

    Backyard barbecues.
    Picnics in the park.,
    Parties on the beach.
    What are we celebrating?
    The end of the summer,
    Or the beginning of tomorrow?
    A new school year is about to begin.
    A new work schedule about to start.
    It all begins with Labor Day,
    The first Monday of the 9th month.
    I always looked forward to it.
    To me, it meant a fresh start.

  • Abbie Taylor

    Labor Day falls on my brother’s 54th birthday. Since he lives in Jupiter, Florida, and I’m in Sheridan, Wyoming, of course, we can’t celebrate together. But I sent him a gift. Since he and his wife toured Maine in July, I thought they’d enjoy a collection of poems and pictures by Maine author Bette A. Stevens called My Maine: Haiku Through the Seasons.

  • Marlene Mesot

    Labor Day Thoughts

    President Grover Cleveland signed S. 730 into law declaring Labor Day a national holiday.
    Labor activists pushed to recognize contributions of American workers on this day.
    In 1882 New York City held a Labor Day parade.
    In early 1980s the Mesot family and two female mastiffs walked in a local Labor Day parade.

    What else can I say,
    About Labor Day?
    It feels like summers end,
    With fall just around the bend.

  • DeAnna Quietwater Noriega

    My birth
    My mother was seventeen, when she strained to bring me into the world. The next day was Labor Day, but I got the date wrong. The doctor pulled me forth with forceps clamped around my hips. Backing into the world guaranteed I was fair of face like the poem promised Monday’s child. Born on the Sabbath day, I had more than a pretty face expected of me—fair, wise, good and gay, sheesh!

    DeAnna Quietwater Noriega

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