A Labor Day Poem

I hope everybody is getting ready for a relaxing Labor Day weekend. I wrote a poem about what my family does for Labor Day. I hope you enjoy it.

My Family’s Labor Day

We toil, toil and toil
Until we get as wilted as a flower,
Struggling on its own roots with no
Backbone to support it. We’re like old
Golden farmers scraping up every last coin
To have food on the table.

And then, there is a weekend with two Sundays;
My family usually gathers to celebrate the rest.
The cousins clash one last time before the bang
Of new rules and knowledge. And so, the hazy
Air turns into cool, festive air, bringing joy
And happiness into people and it continues
For four wonderful months.

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