Sunday, December 8, 2013

I Hear America Singing, by Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass 1867

“I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong…”  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Oh yeah, 'Merica!  The following of some of the wonderful sights from the 2013 Molalla Buckeroo.
“The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam.  The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work.  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Waking up early to join sister Lisa along the Buckeroo parade route.  Her daughter was working the church coffee booth.  I love the line of chairs next to the Honey Bucket.
“The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck…”  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Spotted this modern day, Whitman.  Let the good times roll, buddy!
“The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands…”  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

“The woodcutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown…”  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Molalla Funeral Home... For Sale.
“The delicious singing of the mother, or the young wife at work, or the girl sewing or washing…”   -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Kin in an Uncle Same Hat?  Check!  Enormous Bear Claw Donut too big for human consumption?  Check!  melted Salvadore Dali / Robert Pattison face beach towel?  You betcha!
“Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else…”  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Sweet Deer Antler Lamps.
“The day what belongs to the day- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly…”  -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

“Singing with open mouth their strong melodious songs.”   -Whiman, Leaves of Grass, 1867

Happy Birthday, America!

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