GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE
THEY TOOK THE LONG ROUTE
CROSSING OVER WAVES HIGH IN FEET
LISTENING TO THE ROAR OF THE OCEANS FEET
IT WAS WORTH IT TO LIVE LIFE ABUNDANTLY
THE CHANCE THEY TOOK AND NEVER LOOKED
NOT KNOWING WHICH WAY OR WHERE THEY WERE
THEY SET OUT THEIR SHIP MAYFLOWER ASAIL
DAYS AND NIGHTS PASSED WEEKS WENT BY
ATLAST LAND WAS SPOTTED ON ROCKY SAND
ALL LOOKED GOOD THEY HIDING CAN'T SEE
BEYOND THE FOGGED WOODS HOPE OF VICTORY
DANGER BEFORE THEM, DANGER LEFT BEHIND
THEY HELD ON TO A FAITH BELIEF OF GOD
SOME OF THEM WEREN'T SO LUCKY NEVER MADE
ON A SOLID ROCK THEY STOOD NAME PLYMOUTH
THEY HAD TO FIGHT MEN OF GREAT SMOKE ARROW
THEY WON THEY SETTLED COLD DRY GROUNDS
NO FOOD, NOTHING GROWING GROUNDS OF BARE
LOOK HIGH, LOOK LOW BUT NO FOOD TO EAT
A SINGLE COB OF CORN, A FIST FULL GRAINS
NUTS & BERRIES GREEN BEANS HANGING
A WHOLE NEW LIFE LAND RICH OF GOOD SOIL
THE PILGRIMS PLACE A STAKE AND CALL HOME
BUT ON THIS DAY MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR
SPOTTED WINGED BIRDS STUMBLING NOT FLYING
CAUGHT FOR A CATCH, SKINNED AND COOKED
GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE A TURKEY THANKSGIVING
NOT KNOWI
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I would like to translate this poem
Gratefullness for all that God gave on this day of Thankstgiving. thank u dear poet by writing this poem you are helping us all to raise our hearts to God in gratefullness. thank u. tony