Over The River And Through The Woods Poem by Cynthia Long

Thanksgiving never will I forget
Hopping in the car for the very long ride
Frost on the grass, glistening in the sun
Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time
Now the frost is melting, we are getting close to the grandparents
Taking that last bend and then the lane up to the house
Riding up to the house I can see smoke coming from the chimney
To door and into the house, I see my cousins, and smell the Turkey
Grandma's brown and gold tablecloth, covered with her silver
trimmed grey dishes and crystal ready for us to eat.
Have to sit and chat while watching the Macy's parade
Saying our blessings and giving our Thanks as we begin the feast