Gobble
We gather to eat,
all our family favorite dishes
to compliment roasted turkey.
We go around the dinner table,
asking each pilgrim
a reason to be thankful.
There is alot
of grateful
to pass around,
with the gravy.
Even the shy
will speak up,
The babies are grown,
Full after dinner
we moan
Because tho we're tired,
some must go to work
at the stores.
Merchants commercialized
the best family holiday
left for being
Unplugged together
turning it into
a sales frenzy.
I am so grateful
for Thursdays Off
to feel no need
to shop Thanks Day.
Material things
I can do without.
All I need
is a dinner
of conversation,
just get the young
to look up
from their devices.
The food brings with it
Memories of generations
from Plymouth colony
hundreds of years
of Turkey for Dinner.
Thanks for the harvest
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poem by SnaggleTooth this week