Not just the forth coming holiday....
A Thank You For Giving
To our hungry humble home came
a small lady with snowy white hair.
Like a healer of the sick and lame
she brought giving and love there.
Canned foods and bread stuffing,
yams and mix for cornbread muffins,
two big freshly baked pumpkin pies
brought tears to mother's grateful eyes.
At our house it had been a hard year,
with no fattened turkey or cranberry,
not a lot of thanks giving and cheer.
Our visitor seemed angelic, at least a fairy.
When we sat down to feast that day,
we bowed our heads as always to pray.
A special prayer was offered for this stranger
for protection from He born in a manger.
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Thanksgiving
I am sitting, listening to sad music.
The sun is bright on the window shade,
but I just don't care.
I'd rather be with you.
The sun is bright outside.
I prefer gloom and sadness.
I'd rather be home with you
cuddling, while the snow falls outside.
I prefer gloom and sadness,
a tighter mantle to cover me,
cuddling while snow falls outside.
It's going to be a long winter.
A tighter mantle to cover me,
wrapped tight, closed shades, bringing gloom.
It's going to be a long winter,
with thousands of miles between us.
Wrapped tight, closed shades, bring gloom.
It's Thanksgiving Day, I don't feel grateful.
There are thousands of miles between us.
I guess I will forgo turkey and gravy.
It's Thanksgiving Day, I don't feel grateful.
Sitting, listening to sad music,
thousands of miles between us,
and I just don't care.
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HAPPY HARVEST
Hundreds of years ago, began the tale,
Ancestors of Americans,
Pilgrims, and Indians from a wood's trail,
Paraded out a feast, grown with their hands;
Yielded from the bounty of the land.
Having toiled throughout the year,
Americans still sit and dine,
Reveling in holiday cheer.
Vined grapes were squeezed to make the wine.
Elsewhere at soup kitchens they stand in line,
Some have no family or friends of their own,
Thankful not to have to be hungry all alone.
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Happy Thanksgiving
Hard to be thankful, gay,
And joyous this year,
Pulled from things held dear,
Placed in a shelter far away.
Yield all to God, I pray.
The water rose and tried to drown dreams.
Hatred and fear can't run unchecked,
As the world finds your spirit wasn't wrecked.
Not everyone feels helpless it seems,
Kids and parents worship in Gospel teams.
Some light a candle, or simply sit and cry,
Grateful to have survived the killer waters,
In their arms carrying sons and daughters.
Vacations at Thanksgiving time in places that stay dry,
Ice glazed yams, roast turkey, and hams catch the eye.
Now when your family sits and says grace,
God must be asked to remember the homeless in this place.
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