Sunday, November 15, 2009

Thanksgiving poem


The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blos.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again!

Hugs, Di


  1. I love Thanksgiving. It's the one day of the year that I absolutely love to cook.

  2. I am living Thanksgiving vicariously through you. Thank you for all the little reminders. L,A-

  3. I like the poem, Di, thanks. I find myself just loving your blog - it's fun to see what graphics you come up with.

    Have a great Monday.


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