By Nancy Byrd Turner
Peace and Mercy and Jonathan,
And Patience (very small),
Stood by the table giving thanks
The first Thanksgiving of all.
There was very little for them to eat,
Northing special and nothing sweet;
Only bread and a little broth,
And a bit of fruit (and no tablecloth);
But Peace and Mercy and Jonathan
And Patience, in a row,
Stood up and asked a blessing on
Thanksgiving, long ago.
Thankful they were their ship had come
Safely across the sea;
Thankful they were for hearth and home,
And kin and company;
They were glad of broth to go with their bread,
Glad their apples were round and red,
Glad of mayflowers they would bring
Out of the woods again next spring
So Peace and Mercy and Jonathan,
And Patience (very small),
Stood up gratefully giving thanks
The first Thanksgiving of all.
THANKSGIVING
By Judy Van der Veer
Outside the barn the wind is strong
Bringing cold November rain;
Within these walls the hay is sweet,
Bins are filled with yellow grain.
The cows are quiet in their stalls,
The newest calf is sound asleep;
And close together in their pen
Rest the gently breathing sheep.
The mare's big colt is by her side
To share with her the golden hay -
I'm truly thankful, Lord, that these
Are fed and sheltered on this day.
THANKSGIVING IS COMING
Elsie Melchert Fowler
Thanksgiving is coming, I wonder if I
Will get a big piece of brown pumpkin pie?
Perhaps I'll have sweet juicy mince pie instead,
And a big bowl of raisins and fat apples red.
"Do have my plum pudding," my grandma will say;
She always makes pudding for Thanksgiving Day.
But first I'll see turkey, breast up, on a platter,
I wonder if this year he's bigger and fatter?
When asked if I'd rather have dark meat or white
I'll say, "Some of both," for that's being polite!
Next potatoes, all mashed up with gravy on top.
I'll eat every bit of it up till I stop,
And after I've eaten my dinner, why then
My grandma will pass the plum pudding again!
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