Thanksgiving Poem by Thornton Burgess

Thanksgiving



Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
But when it comes it brings good cheer.
For in my storehouse on this day
Are piles of good things hid away.
Each day I've worked from early morn
To gather acorns, nuts, and corn,
Till now I've plenty and to spare
Without a worry or a care.
So light of heart the whole day long,
I'll sing a glad Thanksgiving song.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: thanksgiving
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Thornton Burgess

Thornton Burgess

Sandwich, Massachusetts
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