Thanksgiving
The Pilgrim told the Maitre d
I’ve had too much, no more for me
The food was great, the fruit was ripe
I’ll take a hit off of that pipe
“I’d like to dance”, said the Indian girl
The lad was shy and white as pearl
The fire lit the forest floor
The drums played late, they yelled for more
The elder pilgrim told the Chief
We love your land beyond belief
We mean well now and wish you health
But those that follow may want your wealth
The Chief sat back, eyes to the night
We know they’re coming but we are tight
Feast with us now, enjoy the living
This party will be known as the “First Thanksgiving”
They partied on like family close
The elders rose to give a toast
We thank you Lord for this fine day
We know tomorrow will be what may
Copyright © Bill Smith | Year Posted 2015
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