Tonight I will share some Thanksgiving poems from one of my Grandma’s Scrapbooks.
The first is very traditional and reminds me of the day of Thanksgiving.
At the table ere we sit,
we must never Grace omit;
But, for all the good things here,
Thank our Heavenly Father dear.
So, a little child, I pray,
When we work or when we play,
Blessings on this day begun
For ourselves and every one:
The next poem is more about what is going on about the time of Thanksgiving.
Carloads of pumpkins as yellow as gold, Onions in silver strings,
Shining red apples and clusters of grapes,
Nuts and a host of good things,
Chickens and turkeys, and fat little pigs–
These are what Thanksgiving brings.
Work is forgotten and play time begins;
From office and schoolroom and hall,
Fathers and mothers, and uncles, and aunts,
Nieces, and nephews, and all
Speed away home, as they hear from afar
The voice of old Thanksgiving call.
Now is the time to forget all your cares,
Cast every trouble away,
Think of your blessings, remember your joys,
Don’t be afraid to be gay:
None are too old, and none are too young,
To frolic on Thanksgiving Day.
The last poem is about fudge, but must have been written with Thanksgiving in mind since it is in the title 🙂
Sugar and milk together boil
Until in water cold
They make a soft, elastic ball
Between the fingers rolled.
Remove at once from off the fire;
Let stand until lukewarm
Where no rude jar nor shaking up
Can do it any harm.
Then beat to the consistency
Of good, rich, country cream;
Vanilla add and cinnamon,
And butter’s golden gleam.
Salt, nuts, and ginger stir in last;
Pour all in buttered pan;
When cool and hardening, cut
In squares, as many as you can.
Are you ready for Thanksgiving?