Thanks For Giving Poem by JOY JOHNSON

GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE
THEY TOOK THE LONG ROUTE

CROSSING OVER WAVES HIGH IN FEET
LISTENING TO THE ROAR OF THE OCEANS FEET

IT WAS WORTH IT TO LIVE LIFE ABUNDANTLY
THE CHANCE THEY TOOK AND NEVER LOOKED

NOT KNOWING WHICH WAY OR WHERE THEY WERE
THEY SET OUT THEIR SHIP MAYFLOWER ASAIL

DAYS AND NIGHTS PASSED WEEKS WENT BY
ATLAST LAND WAS SPOTTED ON ROCKY SAND

ALL LOOKED GOOD THEY HIDING CAN'T SEE
BEYOND THE FOGGED WOODS HOPE OF VICTORY

DANGER BEFORE THEM, DANGER LEFT BEHIND
THEY HELD ON TO A FAITH BELIEF OF GOD

SOME OF THEM WEREN'T SO LUCKY NEVER MADE
ON A SOLID ROCK THEY STOOD NAME PLYMOUTH

THEY HAD TO FIGHT MEN OF GREAT SMOKE ARROW
THEY WON THEY SETTLED COLD DRY GROUNDS

NO FOOD, NOTHING GROWING GROUNDS OF BARE
LOOK HIGH, LOOK LOW BUT NO FOOD TO EAT

A SINGLE COB OF CORN, A FIST FULL GRAINS
NUTS & BERRIES GREEN BEANS HANGING

A WHOLE NEW LIFE LAND RICH OF GOOD SOIL
THE PILGRIMS PLACE A STAKE AND CALL HOME

BUT ON THIS DAY MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR
SPOTTED WINGED BIRDS STUMBLING NOT FLYING

CAUGHT FOR A CATCH, SKINNED AND COOKED
GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE A TURKEY THANKSGIVING

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