Thanksgiving Poem

My husband attended a one-room country school in Northeast Nebraska in the mid-’70s, and one year, like the majority of elementary school children, was tasked with writing a Thanksgiving poem.

So satisfied with the result of putting his hand to paper that, in 2003 when G’s third grade class compiled recipes for a  Thanksgiving cookbook, my husband tried to convince her to submit the poem with her recipe.
He has recited this little ditty for so long that the poem has become our family’s traditional call to feast.

After joining hands and giving God praise and thanks for His protection and provision, my husband will look at us and say:

I like turkey.
You like turkey.
We all like turkey,
So let’s gobble, gobble, gobble!

Pretty awesome, huh?

Happy Thanksgiving y’all!!


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