Thanksgiving
England’s king was disobeyed
by Puritans to abandon their faith.
On the Mayflower ship they sailed
through Atlantic ocean waves.
On November 1620
a hundred two Puritans came
to the shores of America.
Two months lasted their voyage.
They set sail soon again
and they landed on December
on the Plymouth Harbor beach,
where the nation had begun.
Harsh was the winter of that year,
only half of them survived,
helped by Cape Cod’s corn
stored by Indians in the sand.
With them, Indians made a peace treaty,
helped the Pilgrims to survive
in the wilderness, taught them how to hunt,
because Pilgrims were townspeople.
Being thankful to the Indians
Pilgrims have invited them
to the Harvest Feast,
which for us became Thanksgiving.
As we gather at the table
to eat turkey, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes…
We celebrate and talk about the past
as the Indians and the Pilgrims did.
© A. R.Wielgus 2014
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2016
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