Sun Thanksgiving Poems | Sun Poems About Thanksgiving
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the Sun and the moon
two loyal fellows
have never met each other
the sun and the moon
are showing off
new day has come!
new day has come!
of the brightest sun
shines and smiles
uncover the curtain of a new day
cease the flounder
welcome the wonder
has turned up with peace !
admire the milky moon face
gleam with its beauty
of sparkling stars
for they have never known
each others‘ grandeur
let’s sing a morning hymn
and a night carol
to let them know
how we admire them all
~ Sukmawati Komala~
Copyright © Sukmawati Komala | Year Posted 2014
Waking up, I was blinded by the radiant, yellow sun rays;
I witnessed with awe a splendid sunrise
rising over a field of marsh marigolds...
more astonished than a true believer, I praised Him twice!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green. The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon. The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving. Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not. The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort. The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed
I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill
So I put a stocking cap on my head
I walk through the back yard
heading for the woods
doing something city boy
only wish they could
I arrive at my stand
and check the direction of the breeze
before I climb up ole faithful
a dying, dark barked maple tree
I make myself comfortable
as the sun stretches its arms
for the sky
producing iridescent colors
I live for the outdoor
and that's one of the reasons why
Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay
in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way
I begin to think of a tradition
My son and I on thanksgiving day.
he is still here with me
even though last November he passed away
I start hearing cars doors shut
its coming from over the hill
carrying an aroma of cinnamon
It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie
Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye
Copyright © C.J. dont have one | Year Posted 2013