An Old Rhyme about Thanksgiving

Here’s a pretty little poem about 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!

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