Ohh the air
Equine are near
Fragrant evening
Crisp cool autumn
Moon high in the sky
Pink clouds waver
In the last rays of sun
Birds hunting chirping
Neighbors abliss to the day
Ahhh Thanksgiving
In America
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I would like to translate this poem
Yeah ive heard of thanksgivin! Yeah God desesves more thanks. Awesome brisk freeverse poem.