My beloved Oslo - International Workers' Day
Snow and rain today, but the trade unions have filled the street and squares today.
Stig Holmås: "Poem to my children" - google translate
I leave this poem to my children
That they may learn to love the winds, the sea,
The sweet smell of great love, -
and the trade unions.
Without them we would have nothing.
The hungry do not see the beautiful.
The tired cannot bear to love.
I leave this poem to my children
That they may learn to love the winds, the sea,
The sweet smell of great love, -
and the trade unions.
Without them we would have nothing.
Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.