Thanksgiving Poem, by Mark Cover
We come to Greenville in the sun kissed fall
When the leaves burst with color and begin to fall.
The grass is dry and the nights are crisp,
But the fire is warm and the books are bliss.
First it’s just us with the quiet and peace,
And then comes the family to join the feast.
The children shout and laugh and play
While the parents relax and play ping pong by day.
The grandparents relax and keep a keen eye
To see that young Trevor stays out of the pie
While William and Allen play pass the pigs
And Mom and Dee have tea, but no figs.
Angela cooks her newest concoction
While Jonathan invents a solar monoxion.
Then we all gather ‘round to laugh and tell stories;
To sing of Christ’s birth and His wonderful glories.
Ah, the season must end and we have to get back
So one by one we goodbye and pack
For the various journeys to our respective abodes
Where we press to the future and all it holds.