briangela jones


thanksgiving


in the trees
the leaves are no longer green
its the season of giving
we are preparing thanksgiving dinner
the family crowd the table with cheer
i cant believe
its thanksgiving
this the time im anxious to eat
but there people in need
so we have canned food drive
some of the house wives
fix the shelters so extra food
tell me are you
are also helping this thanksgiving.
Now I help my grams with the food
while my moma out helping the needy
trust this is not a season of being greedy
but helping shelter with feeding
the homless
this season makes me feel bless
for everyday feels like thanksgiving
by just giving thanks to the lord
to be able to see another one
for there are some that started this year
with us
but are no longer with us.
So lord bless this food we abut to recieve
this is a season of thanksgiving

Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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