THE FIRST THANKSGIVING

First Thanksgiving

If I had been a Pilgrim child

Among the fields and forests wild

Where deer and turkey used to roam,

A cabin would have been my home

With fireplace and earthen floor

And bearskins hanging at the door.

I would have gathered berries bright

For candles fragrantly alight,

And dug for clams and picked the corn

And laid the table smooth and worn.

Or hunted nuts hard-shelled and good

And helped in any way I could,

With time to laugh and play and run

When Indian children came for fun.

And on the first Thanksgiving Day

I would have met with friends to pray

And thank the Lord for all his care

In keeping us together there.

By Margaret Hillert

Wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving filled with warmth and love from family and friends.

As always, Smiles....

Jolene