I Hear America Singing

I loved this poem. It was so beautiful. I loved the imagery and the feeling it gave me. Personally, I really really really enjoy singing. So to read a poem that depicts the American people singing, proud of what they do, makes me happy. Even though I know that the poem's not literal, and that he doesn't really mean people are actually singing, I like to picture lots of huge, muscley, dirt-covered blacksmiths and beautiful young mothers singing as they do their daily work. It's lovely.

This is what America should be. People, proud of their work and thier lives, doing good work. Families that love eachother and what they do, and support each other. America singing. When I think of someone singing, I think of someone singing out of joy, so happy the song just bursts out. They can't help it. Or I think of someone singing so, so sadly, out of a grief that's so great they can't stop themselves from wailing in a beautiful ballad. Either of these images makes my heart swell. Singing is such a beautiful way to express your emotions. People singing while they do their work, so filed with emotion that they can't contain themselves. Full of happiness at being alive, being safe and free in America, being loved by someone. People grieving for a loved one, for something in their life that they can't control.

Whether you're singing out of joy or sadness, it's a wonderful thing to sing. Maybe you're proud of your family, maybe you're proud of the life you've created; maybe you're grieving the family you left behind, or the mother you lost. No matter what, you should sing. Sing because you can. Sing because you have a voice.