For 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 -
For 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 -
For 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" -
by Ivy O. Eastwick
for all my hands can hold-
and melons gold,
both ripe and sweet,
peas and beans
so good to eat!
You can read the rest of the poem here.
Click here to read my review of Nancy White Carlstrom’s book of poems Thanksgiving Day at Our House.
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