Artwork (Dated 1942) by J. Howard Miller.The artist was employed by Westinghouse, and the poster
was used by the War Production Co-ordinating Committee.
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Creative Prompt Idea
Use this artwork to tell a story or a poem,
or use it to create another piece of art or photograph.
OR, let it inspire you to write an affirmation
of your current goals and dreams in your
own private journal. You can write a letter
to yourself and convince yourself
that, yes, you can do______. And,
here's how..........
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Artwork is in the public domain and is not copyrighted by the artist.
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COME TOGETHER
Rosie the Riveter came on the scene,
When World War Two was raging,
We had a common unity then,
We knew who we were facing.
In today's world it's so different,
Who's the enemy? Big Labor?
Or the guy that just got on the plane,
Who knows? Could be your neighbor.
Is the enemy your child's schoolmate,
Who brought a gun to class?
Or that guy around the corner,
Selling acid, crack and grass?
We've opened up the door it seems,
To a thousand different foes,
And closed the door on Faith and God,
At a time when we need Him most.
HANNAH'S BANNER
My name's Hannah, and I'm handy with a spanner.
I can saw and plane and rivet with the best of them.
I can dig some dandy ditches,
And I get dirt on my breeches,
And I work, from dawn to dusk, just like the rest of them.
But when the world is free
They'll say 'Hannah! Make the tea!'
My name's Hannah. I've a firm and forthright manner,
And, every day, my attitude is toughening.
I may not be a man,
But I'm not an also-ran,
And it makes me proud to see my hands are roughening.
But when they end the war
They'll say 'Hannah! Mop the floor!'
My names Hannah and I wear a bright bandana.
See! My curls are tucked in neatly and proficiently.
Yes, even though it hurts,
I've abandoned frilly skirts,
And these trousers keep me safe at work, efficiently.
But, when victory flags unfurl,
They'll say 'Hannah! Be a girl!'
My name's Hannah. I'm a thinker and a planner,
And what's inside my head, you wouldn't dream about.
I could be a big tycoon!
I could blast-off to the moon!
These are the things I lie in bed and scheme about.
But, when planes fly back to base,
They'll say 'Hannah! Know your place!'
My names Hannah and I'd sing a loud Hosannah
If the powers that be could recognise equality.
If they'd take note of my brains,
And my skill at building planes,
And not treat me as some silly, sweet, frivolity!
But, when the guns fall mute,
They’ll say 'Hannah, you're just cute.'
My names Hannah and, one day, I'll be a Nanna,
And I'm happy that there's motherhood in store for me.
But I know that, even then,
I'll be an underling to men,
And they'll throw me crumbs,
Like opening the door for me.
Yes, isn't it a farce!
They'll put me out to grass!
All this will come to pass
Under ceilings made of glass.
When seeds of doubt begin to sprout
Before you ever start
Don't stop. Instead, push on ahead
With courage in your heart
Push onward through your doubts and fears
Push onward through distress
They're challenges; not obstacles
So onward always press
It matters not where you have got
It matters that you try
If you don't try, and try your best
You cannot have success
Michael...a big thumbs up!!!!!
Thanks! :)
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