Newspaper Man’s Poem

Currently living within the city borders of Corvallis, Oregon, every morning at 3:30 a.m., I roll from my sleeping bag, unzip my tent, and bike ride my way to pick up my newspapers. On December 19, 2011, I had just been hired to deliver newspapers.

One particular morning while delivering to a home, I noticed, where I usually set their paper, an envelope. Outside the envelope read "Newspaper Man, Thank You." Picking up the envelope, I waited till I completed the route to look at its contents.

Inside the envelope were ten dollars and a letter. Since I liked seeing the money, I very much enjoyed the included letter, so much, I thought to write this blog. I thought the letter was a nice poem.

Below is the letter:

To the one who serves us
Every day and yet we never see him
To the one who rises while we are still sleeping
To the one who braves nasty weather to visit our home
To the one who experiences rain and yet keep our paper dry
To the one who remains the faithful servant we never met
To this one we say Thank You and wish you a wonderful New Year.

They signed the poem at the bottom.

I very much enjoyed the poem; making the morning's early risings worth more than just being a servant and throwing papers. It enticed delightful thought toward what could be thought of as daily drudgery.