Thursday, November 28, 2019

A Bit of Poetry for Thanksgiving Day

Today is Thanksgiving Day. Here is an anonymous bit of poetry for Thanksgiving.

The year rolls round its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest days are ended,
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have lent their treasures,
And fields their yellow grain,
So open wide the door-way,
Thanksgiving comes again.

Source: Thoughts from the Mountains (Heartland Samplers, Inc., 1992)


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