Friday, November 22, 2019

Three Thanksgiving Poems

Harriet Maxwell Converse (1836-1903)
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 giving these beings its products to live on.
We thank Him for the water that comes out of the earth and runs for our lands.
We thank Him for all the animals on the earth.
We thank Him for certain timbers that grow and have fluids coming from them for us all.

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Author Unknown

The year has turned its circle.
Seasons come and go.
The harvest is all gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,
Fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway--
Thanksgiving comes again.

Author Unknown

When 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!"


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Rebecca Herzog said...

Thank you for sharing these thankful poems. I love this time of year because more people seem to turn to all the wonderful things we can be grateful for.

Linda B said...

All very nice, Elaine, wishing you much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving!

Jone said...

I really like the third poem. Happy Thanksgiving.

Janice Scully said...

Thank you, Elaine, for these poems. They really put me in a Thank you mood this morning.

Cheriee Weichel said...

Happy Thanksgiving Elaine. We here in Canada celebrate it in October, but I might make some of those thanksgiving pies this weekend just because!