Thursday, November 23, 2006


I found this poem in a thanksgiving book and I wanted to share it because it was so meaningful...

At the First Thanksgiving

Plymouth 1621From friendly Squanto, wise in all things wild,
We found out where the fattest codfish flash.
To mingle beans and corn in succotash
We learned. We learned as if we were one child.

Today we feast on maple planks
Before Chief Massasoit and ninety braves
Now out of barrels bound by stout oak staves
We draw a drink to raise in heartfelt thanks

For turkeycock, ripe pumpkin, squash, and gourd,
For stalks that stand all ears in heavy row,
FOr fallow deer that round the woodlands go ----
Praise to thee, Lord!

By winter winds whose edges carve like knives
Our numbers have been pared.
Now we who have been spared
Thank the Good Lord who took but half our lives.

I found this Thanksgiving poem and I wanted to share it because it made me laugh!

The Turkey's Wattle

Said the Turtle to the Turkey

Every time he came to visit,

"There's a funny hunk of wrinkle

Where your chin should be, what is it?"

Said the Turkey to the Turtle,

"Oh, this rubber decoration?

Heavens, no, I wouldn't tell you

'Cause it makes for conversation.

At Thanksgiving during dinner-

It's my relative they're carving!---

Silly People sit around and

Stuff themselves as if they're starving,

And you know the only question

They can think of while they visit?

'Say, that funny hunk of wrinkle

Round a Turkey's chin, what is it!"

J. Patrick Lewis

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