Thanksgiving Day - Poem by AHO Speaks
A day of celebration, of feasting or pleasure
Ah yes; and even more that we do treasure.
The word named for the day is the key to the view
Think about it; seperate it; then into two.
Thanks and giving is what it is for me and you.
There is a chill in the air as the sun begins to rise
Eventually to become a majestic ball of fire in size.
To be thankful is to love and really do care
To be giiving and acknowledge out of what we share.
Colours seen by the sun as I sit and gaze
The beginning of another one of those perfect days.
Dogs barking, a gull in flight, the Tanya III at rest
God; it is beautiful; one of he very best.
We are thankful oh creator of beauty and bounty
For life, love; and a beautiful country..
We desire to share through your giving
From and out of our love to others; the living.
The food and drink prepared and set at the table
To let us grow and remain physically strong and able.
But it is those who sit and share wih one another
Husband and wife, grand-parents, friends; or a sister and brother.
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