When I was a child I had to recite a Thanksgiving poem for class and could not find a suitable poem. My father was working nights and when he came home early one morning shortly before Thanksgiving, he wrote the attached poem for me to recite in class.
May we all give thanks for simple joys of life.
November 27, 2008
As I awoke this morning there was frost upon the ground.
As as the sun’s first golden ray brought forth a new-born day,
Dear Lord, I thank you for this day, and for the skies of blue.
I’m thankful for the sights and sound, of taste and feel and smell.
The sound of children’s laughter and gently falling rain.
The warmth of dear beloved friends, the smell of fresh baked bread.
And so Dear Lord I thank thee. May all of mankind pray.
November 19, 1965