A Thanksgiving Poem
The sound of merry laughter
Our cousins, aunts and uncles
This treasured harvest feast is shared
Then when the day is over
-- Elisabeth Weaver Winstead
The Pilgrims Came
The Pilgrims came across the sea,
We tell their story, old and true
Every child knows well the tale
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Fills our home this holiday.
We feast on nature's bounty
In a tempting, bright array.
Are all gathered by the score
To celebrate Thanksgiving Day;
We could not ask for more.
By those we cherish best;
With happy hearts we bow our heads
In gratitude expressed.
And it's time for guests to part,
The spirit of Thanksgiving
Linger still within each heart.
And never thought of you and me;
And yet it's very strange the way
We think of them Thanksgiving day.
Of how they sailed across the blue,
And found a new land to be free
And built their homes quite near the sea.
Of how they bravely turned the sail
And journeyed many a day and night,
To worship God as they thought right.
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