Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain.
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again.
Author Unknown-
Happy Thanksgiving to all my loved ones.
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain.
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again.
Author Unknown-
Happy Thanksgiving to all my loved ones.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Loved your picture and poem - I usually get my pictures at art.com, just save to my pictures. I just browse to find poems (my favorite thing to do - browse!) Your blog is beautiful! Love you, Barb
ReplyDeleteYay! But sad, because my blog is being dumb and won't show when some people update. I love your blog!
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