A poem for the Thanksgiving season
-Jeff Campbell
Give Thanks
The leaves are falling
Orange, red and gold
Crunching under hoof
Down the trail I rode
Toward the small house
High up on a hill
Where the fireplace warms
A candle in the sill
There's a place set for me
No matter what I've done
Just like that old story
'Bout the prodigal son
The stock pond reflects
The November moon
An autumn breeze says
Winter's coming soon
The Barred Owl hoots
"Who Cooks For You?"
Smoke in the distance means
My rides almost through
The stillness of night
Sets my mind at ease
My worries fall away
Like leaves on the trees
It gives time to think
'Bout what I'm thankful for
All the good fortune
That's been laid at my door
Food in the cupboard
A roof over our head
No trouble in mind
When I head off to bed
A good cup of coffee
The cool morning air
After a hard day's work
A good sittin' chair
Old Hands who showed me
The tricks of the trade
They made my path easy
By dues that they paid
A good Mother and Father
By luck of the draw
They celebrate my wins
Pick me up when I fall
A Wife and Partner
To travel through life
Dance through the good times
Hold hands through the strife
And though I don't have
A treasure of gold
I've got more blessings
Than one day can hold
So I think it's time
That I change my ways
Give thanks three-sixty-five
Not just Thanksgiving Day
© 2012, Jeffrey Campbell
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