It's Coming - A Thanksgiving Poem

It's Coming

A Thanksgiving Poem

The leaves are changing their colors by the day

The palette hasn't changed since early May

Now there is a bounty of different hues

Splashes of red, orange and yellow in every view

Farmers are busy in their fields

Hoping to have bountiful yields

Ghosts and goblins have gone away

Thanksgiving is on it's way

Now is the time to make your plans

Time to get out the trusty roasting pan

Set the menu and make a list

Make sure nothing is missed

Dig out Grandma's recipe for dressing

Her special touches are a blessing

Dash of this, pinch of that, no need to measure

Memories of her in her apron are something you should treasure

Getting up at dawn to start the feast

Kneading the dough and adding the yeast

Pulling the giblets and putting the bird to bed

The comforting smell of home made bread

As you look at the daunting task ahead

You are not filled with fear or dread

For laughter and love will erase any doubt

The love of your family is what it's all about

by: Robert Satterthwaite