Gobble Gobble
turkeys everywhere echo
cross fields of autumn leaves.
They speak to one another
through ethers of sounds.
Its that time again
for whispering blessings
to their turkey family who are chosen
to decorate holiday tables.
Time to wish all the homo’s
they share earth with
a Happy Human day.
Time to go back
to fly to that campground
in the sky.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
Gobble Gobble
turkeys everywhere echo
cross fields of autumn leaves.
They speak to one another
through ethers of sounds.
Its that time again
for whispering blessings
to their turkey family who are chosen
to decorate holiday tables.
Time to wish all the homo’s
they share earth with
a Happy Human day.
Time to go back
to fly to that campground
in the sky.
Day wouldn't be complete unless I wrote at least one Thanksgiving poem. HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL!
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