On Thanksgiving Day, gratefulness and humility mold into one,
Soon, the harvest display will exhibit the rewards of labor.
Folks will benefit from harmony with the land, to oneness with each other,
And enjoy those fruits of love whose odors permeate the air.
Heartfelt camaraderie prevails “glad to see you” always the norm,
The briskness of November does not penetrate the warmth of lingering hugs.
On Thanksgiving Day, outpourings of sharing bring carefree chatter and excitement,
Whatever folks share is just compensation for hours of blood, sweat and tears.
The men talk of football and jobs, and politics in the United States,
The women debate the children they love, and has each heard of their latest craze.
The children free ’cause there is no school,
Go nonstop don’t want to waste any time.
On Thanksgiving Day, reverence prevails and thankfulness rules the moment,
Folks raise their head look in awe at the bountiful way they’re blessed,
They truly worship a God of abundance.
No more anticipation it is time to dig in,
Only have a question,
What’s for dessert?