Oh, how sweet to be together
When Thanksgiving Day is here;
Kinfolk come and cousins gather
Filling every nook with cheer;
When the turkey has been roasting
Since before the dawn of day
And the dinner time is scheduled
Many slow-paced hours away.
Older cousins carry dishes
As excitement builds and grows,
Everybody, even youngsters,
To the very minute knows
When the call will come to dinner
And they’ll line up, hushed, to stand
As Father asks a blessing
On the goodness of the land,
Blessing on the home’s provider,
And the gentle one whose art
Served such a sumptuous banquet
From the goodness of her heart.
Published Autumn Ideals 1967