Poems

The First Thanksgiving

by Margaret Junkin Preston “And now,” said the Governor,gazing abroad on the piled-up storeOf the sheaves that dotted the clearingsand covered the meadows o’er,“Tis meet that we render praisesbecause of this yield of grain;Tis meet that the Lord of the harvestbe thanked for his sun and rain.” “And, therefore, I, William Bradford(by the grace of [...]

The Harvest Moon

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes And roofs of villages, on woodland crests And their aerial neighborhoods of nests Deserted, on the curtained window-panesOf rooms where children sleep, on country lanes And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests! Gone are the birds that were our summer guests, With the last [...]




Little Prayer in November

by Lee Rudolph That I am alive, I thank no one in particular;and yet am thankful, mostly,although I frame no prayer but this one: “Creator Spirit, as you have come,come again”, even in November,on these short days, fogbound.

Te Deum

by Charles Reznikoff Not because of victoriesI sing,having none,but for the common sunshine,the breeze,the largess of the spring. Not for victorybut for the day’s work doneas well as I was able;not for a seat upon the daisbut at the common table.




The Thanksgivings

by Harriet Maxwell Converse Translated from a traditional Iroquois prayer We who are here present thank the Great Spirit that we are here to praise Him.We thank Him that He has created men and women, and ordered that these beings shall always be living to multiply the earth.We thank Him for making the earth and [...]

The New-England Boy’s Song About Thanksgiving Day

by Lydia Maria Child Over the river, and through the wood,To grandfather’s house we go.The horse knows the way,To carry the sleigh,Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river, and through the wood,To grandfather’s house away!We would not stopFor doll or top,For ‘t is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river, and through the wood,Oh, how [...]




Thanksgiving

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

Thoughts of Thanksgiving

by Charles Frederick White (November, 1895 ) Thanksgiving day is coming soon,That long remembered dayWhen nature gives her blessed boonTo all America. On that glad day, in all our land,The people, in their wake,Give thanks to God, whose mighty handDeals blessings good and great. The roast goose, steaming on the plate,The sweet potato cobbler,The cranberry [...]

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold, Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.

The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers

by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 1826 The breaking waves dash’d highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods against a stormy skyTheir giant branches toss’d; And the heavy night hung dark,The hills and waters o’er,When a band of exiles moor’d their barkOn the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes,They, the true-hearted, came;Not with [...]

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