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
2 comments:
What a nice poem. :)
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.....
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