Writings from childhood: This is “Thanksgiving,” an acrostic poem written by me at nine years old.
Thanksgiving is great
Happy children run up and down
Autumn leaves are falling to the ground
Neat leaves are coming in
Kettles are steaming
Sharing thoughts with the family
Greeting people when they come
I‘ll give them food and they will have fun
Visitors coming down the road
I feast tonight
No food yet
Giving thanks to our Lord.
The Flitting Butterfly 
November 16th, 2013 at 3:47 pm
I like that you are giving thanks even though “no food yet”. Cute.