Trying prayer, realising
it doesn't stop right there.
You say a prayer and hope
that its enough, that your
words of love have reached
Heaven above. Just stop and
think how we have asked? Was
it behind a mask of sorrow and
shame.Thinking we are not good
enough to receive a blessed gain.
We have it all wrong as its what
Jesus has already done. None are
worthy its Gods free gift of grace.
So raise your head, truly open your
eyes. Look up and realise love does
have a face, thank you Jesus
It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without further adieu ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....
Thanksgiving Day has been a family tradition for years. The holiday's been around since
the 1600s when the Mayflower landed in a Pennsylvania town called Plymouth. Thanksgiving
Day is also about giving thanks for having good friends, spending quality time with
families, and a lot of football, especially when they're watching the Dallas Cowboys play
against another NFL football team. What's the favorite part when it comes to Thanksgiving
Day is when a lot of families and friends gather around for dinner and stuff. What's also
our favorite part of Thanksgiving most of all is the food, especially the turkey and the
stuffing. And let's not forget the cranberry sauce and the casseroles. Talking about
Thanksgiving food makes a person. But the important thing about Thanksgiving Day is when
everybody's gathered around for the reading of the Holy Bible: the King James version. And
if it weren't for Thanksgiving Day and had the Pilgrims not found Plymouth, Pennsylvania,
there wouldn't be a Thanksgiving Day and traditional football games. Let's hope we don't
consume too much food.
AN ODE TO THANKSGIVING
‘twas the night of Thanksgiving
and all through the feast
not a creature was stirring
not even a beast
The turkey was laid on the table with care
in the hopes that Melissa and Kaitlyn
would soon be there.
They feasted and feasted
‘till their bellies were full
when all of a sudden
a noise came from a hole
A mouse who was quite small came up
out of that hole in the wall
It squeaked and squeaked
and gave such a fright
that they ran away screaming
into the night
But then all of the sudden
there came a big clatter
as the mouse was scrambling
upon the fruit platter
“Wait’ it said, “I’m just like you”
“I would love to be your friend too!”
Melissa and Kaitlyn squealed with delight
as they picked up the mouse
and ran from the sight
They ran through the feast
and then through the kitchen
when all of the sudden
the mouse started ‘twitchen
“Wait!” said the mouse,
“I heard a noise:
I think it was because of those very large boys-
the boys who are eating Chips Ahoy!”
Melissa and Kaitlyn turned in disgust
thinking that those boys were nuts
“How odd!” said the mouse
“that they should have a part-y
and forget to invite you and me!”
So they went and stole a chip
from the bag that was resting on his hip.
But when they ran back to the feast
they ran right into that big old beast.
“Stop!” the beast said
“or I’ll knock off your head,”
“hand me that bag and you be alright.”
“just as long as you get out of my sight.”
They gave him the bag and ran right away
To go take their leave, down to the stock of hay.
It had been a long day
so they slept in the hay
and dreamt sweetly
of their Thanksgiving Day.
I came upon a Thanksgiving night
With a GOBBLE of presents in my hand
Even though it is not yet SANTA
November 23 is fine to celebrate both at one time
The gift of Sharing is indeed mine to hand nice
Before we say grace and have Turkey & rice
Mother is here,cooking up the sauce
Father,nearly ready..to cut that delicious Meat
The World upon a Thanksgiving Meal
Wandering but Wondering..When will the
homeless receive their fair share,a deal
They are strangers yet are part of our family
To cherish as honest and bright
Come into our home on this Thanksgiving delight
In the lovely Campanian countryside, amid
verdant hills and mountains...where Virgil
stopped to rest,while jeourneying to visit Cybele's temple,
lie a fertile valley where chestnut and walnut trees
abound...there is hidden the bustling town of my birth!
Narrow streets overlooked by bell towers,
and whenever the sturdy bronze bells ring
in the fragrant air of early spring:
young and old from windows and balconies,
in the twelfth hour, engage
in the sweet thanksgiving prayer...
while the tricolor flags sway in the warmest breeze!
The town's friendly people will welcome you with song,
untill you feel wonderful and touched by all;
this town has seen invasion, pestilences and a dire year...
an almost fatal hurricane that prevented a fierce battle
from being fought during World War II;
was Divine Intervention a factor to be acknowledged?
It spared this town being bombarded by air,
and it saved my mother's life to tell this truth!
God blessed this unknown place,
and sent Mary with the infant Jesus,
four days after He was born,
on a long jeourney through that valley
filled with peace and beauty:
to find a revered and holy mountain...
much closer to Heaven!
And She shed many tears
to give all the dull flowers
a brilliance of their own!
Deep in the hills there was a very special place I choose,
where I would rever the magnificence of the valley...
revealing a superb panorama with the Vesuvius in sight,
was there another creation as magnificent as that ?
And that owesome view perked up my inspiration inside,
teaching my tiny fingers to write with a human heart!
O Baiano, don't strip this name from your walls and stones:
I am a forgotten native who will return before he'll die!