Thanksgiving
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!
~Old Rhyme
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
I'll raise a glass to you from here atop the Rocky Mountains. Have a fantastic holiday!
ReplyDeleteAnd you as well, Tess! I am so thankful for all of my wonderful writer friends.
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