November days harbor a chill.
The nights are so serene and still.
The end of the year is now near.
Memories are made and held dear.
Winter's arrival will come soon.
With nature covered in a tomb.
A holy day commemorates,
When sailing ships did liberate
The Pilgrims from a far off land.
Surely led by God's unseen hand.
Now all give thanks for God's great grace.
And blessings to the human race.
Copyright © Eugenia Fain | Year Posted 2020
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