Thanksgiving is the day we share
Gratefulness, in quiet prayer
Hand in hand, at table, sitting
It’s proper, righteous, good, and fitting
But I say we should give a roar
For all the things we’re thankful for
And raise our voices and the mood
In fine, full-throated gratitude
For this great land that we all live in
And all the blessings we’ve been given
And so that none of these are missed
I’ve gone and made a little list
The precious moments in my life
The day I met my darling wife
The miracle that is our son
And all that we’ve together done
The memories of love I carry
My golfing buddies, Herb and Barry
The family that makes Zambonis
This great invention of Marconi’s
The boys and girls in green and blue
Who use theirs gifts defending you
Army Brat or Navy Bean
Soldier, Airman and Marine
The friends I know or soon will meet
The foods I love to cook and eat
Succulent salmon breaded with panko
Generalissimo, Duane, not Franco
And what I’m thankful for the most
The poetic indulgence of our favorite host
With all these things so fine and sweet
Alas, MY list is incomplete
And so I challenge all and able
To read this poem around your table
And thinking of the gifts you’ve known
To add a couplet of your own.
