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.