The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway,
Thanksgiving comes again!
http://www.spritzels.com/poems/thanksgiving-poem.html
I like the poems that go with the pictures! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Carol. I love finding just the right words, each bring the other to life in a wonderful way.
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