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For Young Readers

Thanksgiving Poems

THANKSGIVING COMES
BUT ONCE A YEAR

Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
But when it comes it brings good cheer.
For in my storehouse on this day
Are piles of good things hid away.
Each day I’ve worked from early morn
To gather acorns, nuts, and corn,
Till now I’ve plenty and to spare
Without a worry or a care.
So light of heart the whole day long,
I’ll sing a glad Thanksgiving song.

                                   By Thornton W. Burgess

THANKSGIVING TIME

When all the leaves are off the boughs,
And nuts and apples gathered in,
And cornstalks waiting for the cows,
And pumpkins safe in barn and bin,
Then Mother says, “My children dear,
The fields are brown, and autumn flies;
Thanksgiving Day is very near,
And we must make thanksgiving pies!

                                   By Author Unknown

FOR ALL WE HAVE

A table with chairs, that welcome sight,
Our family, our friends, pure delight,
A caring kiss with a gentle smile,
Each tender hug lasts that country mile.
The presence of love so fills the air,
This gift of God brings our hearts so near.
Reflections of past bring nurtured thought.
Great visions come by, what life has taught.
In thankful ways we embrace this day
And often think of loved ones away.
Those serving us proud are often gone
But their spirit remains, closely drawn.
Our Nation should praise each special one
For all we have is through what they’ve done.
The freedom to have Thanksgiving Day
Keeps certain plates bare, please truly pray

                                   By Roger J. Robicheau

GIVING THANKS

For the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped,
For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home –
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
For the cunning and strength of the workingman’s hand,
For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
For the friendship that hope and affection have brought –
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

For the homes that with purest affection are blest,
For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
For our country extending from sea unto sea;
The land that is known as the “Land of the Free” –
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

                                   By Author Unknown