Thanksgiving Day Poems

Tell me, Mr. Turkey, 
Don’t you feel afraid
When you hear us talking
‘Bout the plans we’ve made? Can’t you hear us telling
How we’re going to eat
Cranberries and stuffing
With our turkey meat? Turkey, heed my warning: 
Better fly away; 
Or you will be sorry
On Thanksgiving day. 

Gathering Leaves 
(Robert Frost) 

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons, 
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons. 

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away. 

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace, 
Flowing over my arms
And into my face. 

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed, 
And what have I then? 

Next to nothing for weight, 
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth, 
Next to nothing for color. 

Next to nothing for use. 
But a crop is a crop, 
And who’s to say where
The harvest shall stop? 

The Pilgrims Came
(Author Unknown) 

The Pilgrims came across the sea, 
And never thought of you and me; 
And yet it’s very strange the way
We think of them Thanksgiving day. 

We tell their story, old and true
Of how they sailed across the blue, 
And found a new land to be free
And built their homes quite near the sea. 

Every child knows well the tale
Of how they bravely turned the sail
And journeyed many a day and night, 
To worship God as they thought right.