A long, long time ago, beyond living memory,
People living off the land gave birth to a new holiday.
Grateful for bountiful harvests, they celebrated one day
With big turkey dinners and all the trimmings, as we now say;
And called that memorable feast Thanksgiving day.
It was a small reward for the year's back-breaking work:
plowing, sowing, watering, weeding and harvesting.
But there was more, a lot more work.
There was drying, canning, preserving and storing.
All prepared lovingly, for there were mouths to be fed,
Throughout the long, long winter ahead.
What does Thanksgiving mean today,
When everything we eat can be just a click away?
What does Thanksgiving mean today,
When farms are so far, far away?
No. Spaghetti doesn't grow on trees.
More and more, they're made in factories,
Instead of kitchens, the way it used to be.
And turkeys are not raised roaming free.
They're raised in factories we never see.
What are we thankful for, on Thanksgiving day?
Divine Providence, Mother Earth, you might say.
What about the hard-working farmers who keep us fed,
And factory workers who process most of what we're fed?
There are many people to thank on this special day,
Especially Mothers who cook and nourish us day after day!
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Earth Poetry
PoesieI'm a dilittante poet, as you will plainly see. But I'm versed in the language of science, and I'm alarmed by what I see. Yes, planet Earth is in peril, and the day of reckoning is near. So, I have turned to poetry, to share with you what I see, fr...
