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Thanksgiving
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The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway ---
Thanksgiving comes again!
Thank You
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Thank You
for all my hands can hold ---
apples red
and melons gold,
yellow corn
both ripe and sweet,
peas and beans
so good to eat!
Thank You
for all my eyes can see ---
lovely sunlight,
field and tree,
white cloud-boats
in sea-deep sky,
soaringbird
and butterfly.
Thank You
for all my ears can hear ---
birds' song echoing
far and near,
songs of little
stream, big sea,
cricket, bullfrog,
duck and bee!
Ivy O. Eastwick
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