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Thanksgiving Day brings to mind
the blessings in our lives
that usually go unnoticed:
a home that surrounds us
with comfort and protection;
delicious food, for pleasure
in both eating and sharing;
clothes to snuggle up in,
books and good entertainment
to expand our minds;
and freedom to worship our God.
Most of all we are thankful
for our family and friends,
those treasured people
who make our lives extra special.
You are part of that cherished group.
On Thanksgiving, (and every day)
we appreciate you.
Week before Thanksgiving,
I limp around real strange.
Huddle in the corner,
As though I have the mange.
All the other turkeys,
Just gobble, gobble on.
I’m silent, and I act
As if my gobbler’s gone. Everyone is thankful
On Thanksgiving Day.
Friday it’s forgotten.
You all go on your way.
I know what thankful is
So listen when I say.
“It’s great to be a turkey,
After Thanksgiving Day.”
The days are getting shorter now.
I feel a snow flake on my brow.
The leaves are crackling as I run,
The squirrels’ searching almost done.
The turkey’s restless in the pen,
Oh! No! I see my breath again!
It makes a person take a pause
And think about old Santa Claus!!!
When the Pilgrims
first gathered together to share
with their Indian friends
in the mild autumn air,
they lifted the voices
in jubilant praise
for the bread on the table,
the berries and maize,
for field and for forest,
for turkey and deer,
for the bountiful crops
they were blessed with that year.
They were thankful for these
as they feasted away,
and as they were thankful
we’re thankful today.
For the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped,
For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home —
For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
For the cunning and strength of the workingman’s hand,
For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
For the friendship that hope and affection have brought —
For the homes that with purest affection are blest,
For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
For our country extending from sea unto sea;
The land that is known as the “Land of the Free” —
Now it is the time of year,
for the yummy turkey feast,
as well as saying thanks
for the living and deceased.
And so I raise my goblet,
thick with hearty wine,
so to make a ‘thanking speech’
before we begin to dine.
‘I want to thank the Lord,”
I begin with haste.
I had much I planned to say,
and no time to waste.
“And thank the awesome Jesus!”
I roar, spilling some drink.
I am sure some has gone to my head,
it’s getting harder to think.
“And my dear old mum…” I whisper,
with a slow, sad shake of my head.
“Wait a minute!” Shouts another,
“She’s not even dead!”
Raucous hoots filled the room,
as I lit up and laughed.
“What? Really?!” I managed to say,
“I thought she had passed!”
“But to be more personal, I’ll admit,
I am thankful for this turkey.
Even though it’s a little dry,
and you must eat it like beef jerky.
“But I would also like to say,
A big thanks to all of you.
For if none of you were here,
I would not have all this food!”
I slowly raised my glass,
as my guests all did the same.
In unison we chanted, “To Us!”
with our spirits and love aflame
“What is the real good?”
I ask in a musing mood.
Order, said the law court;
Knowledge, said the school;
Truth, said the wise man;
Pleasure, said the fool;
Love, said the maiden;
Beauty, said the page;
Freedom, said the dreamer;
Home, said the sage;
Fame, said the soldier;
Equity, said the seer.
Spake my heart fully sad:
“The answer is not here.”
Then within my bosom,
Softly this I heard:
“Each heart holds the secret:
Kindness’ is the word.”
Lord, behold our family here assembled.
We thank you for this place in which we dwell,
for the love that unites us,
for the peace accorded to us this day,
for the hope with which we expect the morrow;
for the health, the work, the food and the bright skies
that make our lives delightful;
for our friends in all parts of the earth.
Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind.
Spare to us our friends,
soften to us our enemies.
Bless us, if it may be,
in all our innocent endeavours.
If it may not, give us the strength
to encounter that which is to come,
that we be brave in peril,
constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath,
and in all changes of fortune, and,
down to the gates of death,
loyal and loving one to another.
Life’s made up of little things,
no great sacrifice or duty,
but smiles and many a cheerful word
fill up our lives with beauty.
The heartaches, as they come and go,
are but blessings in disguises,
for time will turn the pages o’er
and show us great surprises.