(Dedicated to my family) The harvest has been gathered -under a hazy November sky And we come together as the season ends, to bid Autumn goodbye To celebrate the fruits of our land -we prepare a bountiful spread While the annual ritual is taking place, preparing the turkey and bread The Thanksgiving Parade is on the tv in the family room We await for Santa to come down the lane and watch the floats and balloons The wonderful scents that tease our senses, from the kitchen arise And the smells linger throughout the house of the cakes,puddings, and pies Soon we gather round the table ,after, all the plates have been set We say grace and reminisce of those no longer with us--- least we not forget With dishes in hand, we circle, around the dinner buffet And fix our plates, from this bountiful array Turkey, mash potatoes, gravy, green beans, Rolls, buttery buns, pumpkin pie with whip cream We settle into conversation, while eating our dinner Talking about football- betting which team will be the winner After dessert, we pack up the leftovers---- to give away before our relatives go We hug them at the door baring holiday greetings~ as a winter wind blows. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Thanksgiving Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |