all the leaves are off the boughs,
And nuts and apples gathered in,
And cornstalks waiting for the cows,
And pumpkins safe in barn and bin,
Then Mother says, "My children dear,
The fields are brown, and autumn flies;
Thanksgiving Day is very near,
And we must make thanksgiving pies!"
to observe Thanksgiving.
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.
year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway ---
Thanksgiving comes again!
time of gratitude to God,
our Creator and Provider,
whose guidance and care
go before us...
and whose love
is with us forever.
is a time
to reflect on the changes,
to remember that we, too,
grow and change
from one season of life to another.
is a time
of changing seasons,
when leaves turn golden
in Autumn's wake
and apples are crisp
in the first chill breezes of fall.
us remember the true meaning
As we see the beauty
of Autumn, let us acknowledge
the many blessings
which are ours...
let us think of our families
and let us give thanks in our hearts.
the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped,
For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home --
the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
For the cunning and strength of the workingman's hand,
For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
For the friendship that hope and affection have brought --
the homes that with purest affection are blest,
For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
For our country extending from sea unto sea;
The land that is known as the "Land of the Free" --
Pilgrims came across the sea,
And never thought of you and me;
And yet it's very strange the way
We think of them Thanksgiving day.
tell their story, old and true
Of how they sailed across the blue,
And found a new land to be free
And built their homes quite near the sea.
child knows well the tale
Of how they bravely turned the sail
And journeyed many a day and night,
To worship God as they thought right.
take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?