Thornton Burgess

(1874 - 1965 / Sandwich, Massachusetts)

Thanksgiving - Poem by Thornton Burgess

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: thanksgiving

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

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