 Thy fruit which ripend by summers beam And sunshine gave --its orange-golden gleam Thy gourd that was reaped, under autumn skies Tis' met at Thanksgiving, with oooh's and sighs Thy holiday that brings us all together That draws us out in tangy weather For the dessert---that excites the eyes What would Thanksgiving be, without pumpkin pies Thy turkey and stuffin, they are the most fair But thy golden pumpkin, by far, -nothing compares For thy wafting aroma, in which senses tantalize Oh, what would Thanksgiving be--without pumpkin pies And in our grace, we give thanks ---for thy fruit on the vine That gave us the most delicious pies- to dine And for that dessert, thou can hardly wait To divulge into the slice-sitting on the plate Thy bounty is plentiful and thy feast overflows With turkey and yams and mash potatoes But, yet thou has --thine eye on the prize For what would Thanksgiving be, without pumpkin pies You think about seconds--but hurry past the buffet And head straight towards -the dessert tray And though your stomach, may not be as big as your eyes It's just not Thanksgiving without pumpkin pies With thy dish in hand --you carefully spy Passing over the cake, the pudding, and pie Though the chocolate is tempting--you haven't to think twice And cut yourself off a hearty slice Tis' thy toasted-brown filling, that catches your eyes For it would not be Thanksgiving, without pumpkin pies The dessert that puts a smile in the old man's eyes As grandma proudly boasts, "It took the blue ribbon prize~ at the county fair--it beat out the rest" And her pie was crowned the county's best And she pulls aside- one of the younger men's wives Folds up her recipe-and winks her eyes For grandmother knows best--because she is wise That it would not be Thanksgiving, without pumpkin pies. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Thanksgiving Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |