Above the town without a sound.
The harvest treasures there were found.
Thanksgiving has begun.
And as the moon above looks down.
Among the rows of stalks.
Not a person dares to talk.
And while the wind howls and sighs,
Down below gold treasure lies,
Of corn and beans and other things.
The moon rises up on hidden wings,
While in the house a family sings
To thank our God for all our things,
Our needs our wants our everythings.
Thanksgiving has begun.
Wow, Leah, that's a very nice poem! I'm looking forward to you and the rest of your family having dinner over here later on this afternoon. What a beautiful sunshiney Saturday God's given us in which to celebrate the bounty of the earth, isn't it? See ya, Leah! Love, Grandma
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Leah. We hope you and your family have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
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You're talented at writing too! (The boys said they like your "storytelling" and "sense of humor" but they weren't very into this poem... i think it's too old for them.) :)
ReplyDeleteit's sad that some people think about being thankful without even thinking of God. :(
I love this poem, Leah. It has beautiful imagery and a nice cadence. Finally, someone to love poetry with me!
ReplyDeleteAwesome Leah. I love it so much. I can't believe you are so talented to write your own comics and poems. I can't wait until you post more things on your blog. Keep writing and see you later.
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Great Leah. It's a really nice poem. Your really good at it. It's better than some adults poems. Keep it up. I can't wait to see more of your poems and comics. Anyway see you later. Good job Leah.T-T-f-n:Ta-Ta for now!
Katie
Great Poem! I love it!
ReplyDeleteJosiah
Way to go love! Keep the writing and poems coming in,
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