Saturday, November 17, 2007

Saturday ~ "Words of Thanksgiving"

Trail

Thanksgiving Comes But Once a Year

Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
But when it comes it brings good cheer.

For in my storehouse on this day

Are piles of good things hid away.

Each day I've worked from early morn

To gather acorns, nuts, and corn,

Till now I've plenty and to spare

Without a worry or a care.

So light of heart the whole day long,

I'll sing a glad Thanksgiving song."

Thornton W. Burgess

3 comments:

Mommy said...

What a nice poem. :)

Jen said...

I certainly enjoyed this. You should do something like it for Christmas too. We are going to do the games you suggested and Madison cannot wait for the fancy drinks you did yesterday. Good luck with your projects. You did inspire me and we are going to work on the garage today.....

Storybook Woods said...

Oh I love Thornton W. Burgess. Love Clarice