Mary Roach

Rookie (October 6th 1993 / St. Joseph MO)

Thanksgiving Morning - Poem by Mary Roach

It was a sunny morning
and everyone was asleep,
but I was up thinking,
not making a peep.

My feathers were ruffled,
and my patients gone ‘way.
For I could not believe
it was Thanksgiving Day.

I packed all my things
and ran ‘round the bend.
Then I heard a gun shot
and that was the end.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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