I recall Thanksgiving Day of old,
When Grandma got her china down,
And "Old Tom" lay in the roast'n pan all warm & golden brown.
When mince and pumpkin lined the sideboard in all their fragrant glory,
And Grandpa gathered us all around for one more old time story.

The table was a sight fit for a king,
And kinfolk all a favorite dish did bring.
The windowpanes were frosted white,
And old Jack Frost had quite a bite.

Grandma made her famous dressing filled with oysters and sage,
And we all sang "Come Ye Thankful People, Come" from the printed page.
When everyone was full to the brim,
Grandma would sing her favorite hymn.

Amazing Grace, How Sweet The Sound,
And all the family gathered round.
The old farm house windows beamed forth a glow,
Out onto the freshly fallen snow.

When I think back to Thanksgiving Day of old,
I know the memories are more precious than the finest gold.


Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)

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