I picked out a poem just for you.
It’s about work, and about what makes Americans American.
Here’s five lines, a link to the rest, and the reason why I picked it for you.
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…
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else.
I like how much pride everyone has in their work.
Their job is like a song – their preparation, their gifts and talents, and their work itself.
It says something about them, and it’s theirs.
Is your job a song?
Does getting dressed in the morning fill you with a sense of citizenship, pride, and strength? A sense of identity-making and ownership? Does your job feel like a song?
At MTTB, we’re singing… to the tune of…
Well, you know by now. We’ll stop rubbing it in.