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.

A Poem for Today

Sorry for not posting in a week.  I had a busy week.  I will update you tomorrow, but as the sun sets, I thought that I would post a poem that I recently wrote.  I hope that you enjoy it

Cottage Comfort


As I settle in for the night

I turn off my cot’s sun and

Hunker down beneath my

Quilt.  Here the quiet land

Surrounds me.  No new

Bothers can come upon me

Because all the things now shrewd

Are not in here where it’s homey.


I have my quill next to my bed,

And I start a trip down south

Where I can relax my body and head.

So I put to rest my power mouth,

And I stare at my covered torso.

Light it is, but I love its old feel.

Grandma made it years ago

Working on it after the evening meal.


I go into a slumber.

Lo and behold, I ignore the cold.

The hours I don’t want to number

Until to get up I am told.

Tomorrow I will be warm

With fishing and hiking to do.

Nothing will tire me before heading back to the farm

Because I will be relaxed as soup.


The Goodbye

Cool air fills the room. The door is held open
For me by somebody and I enter. My heart starts
Pounding faster and faster as I wheel through the threshold.
Everybody is joyous and ambitious for the future. Friends
Discuss their summer plans. Joyous chatter fills the room among
These people. I enter the room and talk with one of the girls.
Oh, what a wonderful soul she had. Her way of approaching me
Was kind. Her voice, gentle and pleasant. She and I chatted for
A long time. I enjoyed every second of our conversation. There was about
Twenty people in that room. Various conversations were going on. I looked
Around. The guy who held open the door left. Sadness dwelled within my
Heart. He was never seen again. And then, as my class enters, the other class
Stays for a few minutes and then leaves. My friend says goodbye. That was
The last time I saw them. I never saw them again. But they’re still present in my

About the Poem
This poem depicts a real-life experience that I went through. It was the end of my junior year and it was the week before the Regents started. I was really anxious and emotional that week because all my friends were seniors and they would be graduating soon. It was a bright spring morning and my aide and me were on our way to my science classroom. It was homeroom and there was an AP Physics class in that room, listening to the morning announcements. Suddenly, one of the guys rushes out of the room, leaving the door closing in my face. That annoyed me because I am in my wheelchair and he didn’t have the courtesy to hold the door open for me minus the fact that I knew him. As if he had heard my thoughts, the guy practically ran back to grab the closing door and held it open for me. I greatly appreciated that because he made a mistake and then he fixed it. It meant a lot to me.

When I entered the room, I met up with of my friends. I had known the girl from middle school. I had spoken to her for a few minutes. The bell rings and my science class enters. The AP Physics class remains in the room passed the bell for third period. My friend and I talk for a few more minutes and then she and the others begin to leave. Sadness floods my heart because I knew that I would never see them again. However, I greatly appreciated the fact that somebody took the time to talk to me.