Margaret Hillert

(1920 - 2014 / Saginaw, Michigan)

First Thanksgiving - Poem by Margaret Hillert

If I had been a Pilgrim child
Among the fields and forests wild
Where deer and turkey used to roam,
A cabin would have been my home
With fireplace and earthen floor
And bearskins hanging at the door.

I would have gathered berries bright
For candles fragrantly alight,
And dug for clams and picked the corn
And laid the table smooth and worn.
Or hunted nuts hard-shelled and good
And helped in any way I could,
With time to laugh and play and run
When Indian children came for fun.

And on the first Thanksgiving Day
I would have met with friends to pray
And thank the Lord for all his care
In keeping us together there.

Topic(s) of this poem: thanksgiving


Comments about First Thanksgiving by Margaret Hillert

  • Chinedu Dike (9/1/2015 1:52:00 PM)


    Lovely piece of elegance, well articulated and insightfully penned with beautiful rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 26, 2015


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