by Ruth Learn
(inspired by Walt Whitman)

I hear EB Tech singing, the varied music I hear,
Those of actors, each one singing hers as it should be blithe and strong,
The set constructor singing as he measures his plank or beam,
The baker singing his as he makes his deliveries, or bakes his cakes,
The architect singing what she has created on her computer, the technicians singing and building in their room,
The mechanic singing as he sits in his car, the cosmetologist singing as he stands,
The filmmaker’s song, the dancer’s on her way in the morning or maybe after lunch or after school,
The delicious singing of the teachers, of the young students at work, or of the costume designer sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to them and to none else,
The school day what belongs to the school day- at night the songs of sports and rehearsals as the young fellows
Sing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.