Harvest Feast Poem by norman hale

When the Pilgrims and Indians
First sat down to feast so long ago
All feeling oh so blessed
Never trying to put on a show

They sat there as family and friends
With hearts filled with peace and love
They knew then and there they where
Brought together from The Spirit Above

They sat there and ate and drank
Talked not knowing where it might all lead
Trying there very best to get a long
Not knowing, they would make each other bleed

They munched on meats and vegetables
That grew on this great land
All of which they harvested
With their very own hands

So long ago they sat down
On account of love and peace
They all gathered around that day
For that great harvest time feast

Yet today there are very few
Who could do all of that again
Someone always has to bicker and fight
And that should be a punishable sin

written 11/12/2012 by Norman Hale Jr.