Emelia L. Bave
It's Time For &Quot;Thanksgiving!&Quot; - Poem by Emelia L. Bave
It's time for "Fall,s" approaching, and leaves have fallen low,
Making a "Rust Colored Carpet", on all the lawns below.
It's time to reap the harvest of lost of food to ear,
When ground is bare and frozen, we all have such a treat to have "Fruits of our Labor", and other foods for health.
That can be had by poor folks...as well as those with wealth!
Especially on"Thanksgiving" which is a "Special Day" To " Thank Our God For Blessings," which He has sent our way! So, let us All remember, to "Thank Hime For His Love," And "All the many blessings, He sends down from Above!"
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