7 Awesome Thanksgiving Day Poems

THANKSGIVING


Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,

An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;

An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they

Are growin' more beautiful day after day;

Chattin' and braggin' a bit with the men,

Buildin' the old family circle again;

Livin' the wholesome an old-fashioned cheer,

Just for awhile at the end of the year.


Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door

And under the old roof we gather once more

Just as we did when the youngsters were small;

Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all.

Father's a little bit older, but still

Ready to romp an' to laugh with a will.

Here we are back at the table again

Tellin' our stories as women an' men.


Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;

Oh, but we're grateful an' glad to be there.

Home from the eastl and an' home from the west,

Home with the folks that are dearest an' best.

Out of the sham of the cities afar

We've come for a time to be just where we are.

Here we can talk of ourselves and be frank,

Forgettin' position an' station an' rank,


Give me the end of the year an' it's fun

When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;

Bring all the wanderers home from the nest,

Let me sit down with the ones I love best,

Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,

See the old faces unblemished by wrong,

See the old table with all of it's chairs

An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.

Edgar A. Guest





THANKSGIVING


Thankful for the glory of the old Red, White

and Blue,

For the spirit of America that still is staunch

and true,

For the laughter of our children and the

sunlight in their eyes,

And the joy of radient mothers and their

evening lullabies;

And thankful that our harvests wear no taunt

of blood to-day,

But were sown and reaped by toilers who were

light of heart and gay.


Thankful for the riches that were ours to claim

and keep,

The joy of honest labor and the boon of

happy sleep,

For each little family circle where thare is no

empty chair

Save where God has sent the sorrow for the

loving hearts to bear;

And thankful for the loyal souls and brave

hearts of the past

Who builded that contentment should be with

us to last.

Thankful for the plenty that our peacful land

has blessed,

For the rising sun that beckons every man to

do his best,

For the goal that lies before him and the promise

when he sows

That his hand shall reap the harvest, undisturbed

by cruel foes;

For the flaming tourch of justice, symbolizing

as it burns:

Here none may rob the toiler of the prize he

fairly earns.


To-day our thanks were giving for the riches

that are ours,

For the red fruits of the orchards and the

perfume of the flowers,

For our homes with laughter ringing and our

hearth fires blazing bright,

For our land of peace and plenty and our land

of truth and right;

And we're thankful for the glory of the old

Red, White and Blue,

For the spirit of our fathers and a manhood

that is true.

Edgar A. Guest



THANKSGIVING TIME


When the night winds whistle

through the trees

and blow the crisp brown leaves

a crackling down,

When the autumn moon is big

and yellow-orange and round,

When old Jack Frost is sparkling

on the ground,

It's Thanksgiving time!


When the pantry jars are full of mince-meat

and the shelves are laden

with sweet spices for a cake,

When the butcherman sends up turkey

nice and fat to bake,

When the stores are crammed with everything

ingenious cooks can make,

It's Thanksgiving time!


When the gales of coming winter

outside your window howl,

When the air is sharp and cherry

so it drives away your scowl,

When one's appetite craves turkey

and will have no other fowl,

It's Thanksgiving time!

Langhston Hughes



Home for Thanksgiving


Home is where I long to be

On this Thanksgiving Day;

Home... with all the heart of me,

So many miles away.


The family will be gathered there,

I can see there dear sweet faces

Around the table bowed in prayer...

The old familiar places.


The crackling hearth is glowing,

Flames reflected on the floor;

I can hear the young folks singing

As I sang in years before.


There's a road that leads me homeward,

In my heart there is a prayer

That the miles go swift behind me

And I'll spend Thanksgiving there.

Mildred L. Jarrell




Thanksgiving


That fields have yielded ample store

Of fruit and wheat and corn,

That nights of restful blessedness

Have followed each new morn;

That flowers have blossomed by the paths

That thread our working days,

That love has filled us with delight,

We offer heartfelt praise.


Not only for the earth's rich gifts,

Strewn thick along our way,

Her looks of constant loveliness,

We thank our God today;

But for the spirit's subtle growth,

The higher, better part,

The treasures gathered in the soul--

The harvest of the heart.

Author Unknown



Out In the Fields


The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday

Among the fields above the sea,

Among the winds at play,

Among the lowing of the herds,

The rustling of the trees,

Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.


The foolish fears of what might pass,

I cast them all away

Among the new-mown hay,

Amonmg the hushing of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born...

Out in the fields of God.

Author Unknown



God Shed The Light


God shed the light upon the fields

From which our blessings flow,

He touches the farmers and workers hands

To nourish us here below,

He brings us through another year

Another day of favored gist,

Thanksgiving Day to know and love

Thanksgiving Day to kiss.

D. Alsup



Happy Thanksgiving Day!

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Thanksgiving Day and season is a time to forget your worries and regrets and at least momentarily focus on what you are sincerely thankful for.

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