The meaning is different, from that first harvest day, food is plentiful,
we take it for granted, when hunger comes our way.
The pilgrims prayed, they had enough food, to last through the winter day's,
now having enough food, most don't give it a thought in anyway,
Many in our country, are particular, will only eat certain foods,
prepared, a special way, wasting more, than the pioneers grew,
during their life's stay.
The more we have, we appreciate it less in so many ways,
we all need to think, change, not just be grateful, on, Thanksgiving Day.
Tom Maxwell copyright 11/18/2005 A.D.
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