The cool and brisk days of November
bring back thoughts from yesterday,
of Thanksgiving spent in the country …
shared, the good old fashioned way.
Grandpa spent his life as a farmer,
and each Autumn, would put himself to a test.
Each year, he swore that his pumpkins
would turn out far bigger, and much better, than all the rest.
He’d often park his truck proudly,
at the corner,
displaying the rewards of his labors of love.
Everyone, passing by and admiring …
I suppose, even the angels from above.
The word would spread quickly
throughout the little town,
that Grandpa’s harvest had once again come in!
No apples ever tasted any sweeter;
no pumpkins, ever any better.
Grandpa had done it once again!
He visited with the neighbors,
instead of selling, and would sometimes just give away.
Having others take time to stop by and chat,
would always make his day.
As we gather today at our Thanksgiving table,
pause for a moment, to give thanks and to join hands.
There is something very special about the
Thanksgiving season … but it’s not quite the same,
as those shared with Grandpa, had been!
~ Sandra Lewis Pringle ~ ©2006