Thanksgiving Poem by Louis Borgo

I remember a time I was a child we would sit and finger paint turkeys for thanksgiving hands of a palm and I look at my teacher

And what came to mine was all the beautiful colors and I create this with my own hands I never knew how far the imagination could take a person and thought came to mind just believe

At that age I never understood the import ants of thanksgiving but what I knew at that age “it takes a village to raise a child”

Maybe I caught on to the bigger picture and the symbolism of a feast at thanksgiving and speaking of “the eye of the beholder” how many times does one goes back to review the all of the pages

Thanksgiving a time for giving-