On thanksgiving,
No one says grace
On the table
But our souls does
Our souls does bless
The food we eat
Praise the love
We give over
Our breaths
Pass down the plate
To each of us
When we have spoons, forks and knives
A turkey with stuffy
Oh mine, let me have some
3 comments:
Save me some turkey! :)
ok i will :)
Had your turkey, young turk?? :)
Nice poem,....sorry I'm late -- Hope you had a good Thanksgiving Kai dear :)
wishes,
devika
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