Too many years now in the past,
awakening to a feast's fragrance
and the sound of kin folk gathering
as final leaves desert the trees.
The battle fought 'most every year
to keep "pluckers" from an early sampling
of turkey or some favorite dish
with resultant hand slaps and laughter.
At last a gathering around
the adult as well as children's table
while Grandpa offered up our thanks
in that still remembered deep bass voice.
Then eating while we talked
of subjects varying wide
politics, a friend's new child
I'd sit and listen to the side.
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Now I'm at the table's head
All the older ones passed by
leaving me here in their stead
Before giving thanks I sigh
Where went all those bygone days
that left behind such memories?
They're hidden now within time's haze
soon to leave with the years' breeze.
Why a blog?
Good poem. It is amazing how fast they are moving now. Things I thought happened six months ago actually occurred two years ago. This happens to me all the time.
blog
because I lacked about 4 hours being able to post my one per day. I know, i know that's an abuse of blogs but for some reason I could not make myself wait.............stan
I like your happy poetry and blogs
because it ryhmes and makes sense
and its everything my life wasnt although
in beginning was
this reminds me of the putting a log on
the fire when it gets very cold..topping
up the humidifier and making a sandwich
of the left overs....I knew my dad would
have heard me...but mike was the fave
still....I like your work for the values I
wanted to believe in...
...
Hello!
The only way such traditions can continue is for somebody to go to the trouble to plan and carry them out. I only now fully appreciate all the work and expense that goes into having a big Thanksgiving meal lol. And you're right, the best part of a turkey is the sandwiches made from left overs.
One thing I left out was the post meal small game hunt which took place. (helped burn off the pumpkin pie ). Alas, now the old legs forbid such for me.............stan