Squash simmering in the oven,
As family members are slowly being summond.
Leaves that have been raked are slowly drifting,
As flour for pie is slowly being sifted.
Candles are melting in the night light,
While a warm fire crackles and delights.
Familys sit down and begin to take prayer,
As indians begin an old style fare.
Turkeys are being stuffed and seasoned,
As youn children are beginning to be reasoned.
For today is Thanksgiving a time of love and care,
But remember what our ancestors went throuth for this time that is rare.
So please do be aware!
6 Comments:
I like your poem BECAUSE it relates to thanksgiving well
I like your poem BECAUSE it has some nice detailed description of thanksgiving.
I like your poem BECAUSE...jk, it was very true, and it rymed very well. Keep up the good work! :)
i like your poem because it makes me hungery because it was so discriptive.
i like your poem because it relates to foood
I like it BECAUSE it relates to thanksgiving
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home