Two poems for Thanksgiving Day
The first poem was written by me, aged nine. The second poem is one of my favorite Thanksgiving Day poems by Lydia Maria Child.
Turkey Dinner
by Lauren Emory, age 9
I am a turkey, and I’m about to be cooked!
I feel really sad.
I don’t want to be cooked, so I’m going to run away.
I’m off on an exciting adventure through the woods,
And I’m never coming back!
“Thanksgiving Day” by Lydia Maria Child
Excerpt from http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21977
Over the river, and through the wood, To grandfather’s house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river, and through the wood— Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose As over the ground we go. Over the river, and through the wood, To have a first-rate play. Hear the bells ring “Ting-a-ling-ding”, Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river, and through the wood Trot fast, my dapple-gray! Spring over the ground, Like a hunting-hound! For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river, and through the wood, And straight through the barn-yard gate. We seem to go Extremely slow,— It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood— Now grandmother’s cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!
The Flitting Butterfly 