Classic Poem

They told me
When I came
That this would be drudgery,
Always the same
Things over and over,
Day after day—
The same swift movement
In the same small way.

Pick up,
Place,
Push,
And it's tied.
Take off,
Cut,
And put
It aside.

Over and over,
In rhythmical beat—
Some say it is drudgery,
But to me it is sweet.

Pick up,
Place,
Push,
And it's tied.

Outdoors
The sky
Is so blue
And so wide!

It's a joyous song
Going steadily on,
Marching in measures
Till the day is gone.

Pick up,
Place,
Push,
And it's tied.
Soon end
Of day
Will bring him
To my side.

Oh, I love the measures
Singing so fast,
Speeding happy hours
Till he comes at last!