Thanksgiving in My Home Town
The cold air nips my nose and cheeks
The days are getting shorter
The street lights glow so early now
Ah, yes, such is October.
A taste of winter yet to come
The leaves are falling down
Reminds me of the years gone by
Back in my home town.
A group of friendly, kindly souls
Thanksgiving dinner planned.
The Legion Hall was full by five
ÒCountryÓ was the band.
The ladies in the kitchen
Peeled and cooked and mashed
Volunteers, each one of them
Prepared this good repast.
Folks up in the city forget
What rural people know.
That itÕs not the car youÕre driving
That brings you joy and happiness
When all is said and done.
But friends and family gathered Ôround
ThanksgivingÕs just begun.
Thanksgiving on the Farm
Yesterday we chased the turkey
Today heÕs in the frig.
Tomorrow itÕs Thanksgiving
On our farm near TannerÕs Bridge.
My motherÕs in the kitchen
She gets in such a flap
Baking, cooking, cleaning house
For sure, a heart attack!
This year the harvestÕs over
And Dad can have some fun
HeÕll tease the neighbourÕs children
Before the mealÕs begun.
And sister and her boyfriend
What a silly pair they make
Holding hands, both star-struck
No seconds will they take.
But later when I go to bed
And think the day time through
I realize weÕve got it good
Not much that we canÕt do.
Good food, good friends, thereÕs plenty
Warm clothes to wear each day
And I thank the Lord for all we have
As in my room I lay.
This morning as my children leave
A rush of cold blows in
The summerÕs gone, the trees are bare
The grain is in the bin.
The bus is late, the children wait
New hats and mitts askew
As fall gives up to winter
There is much for me to do.
ThereÕs calves to wean and bales to stack
And mending thatÕs been waiting
The house to clean, and after that
The LadiesÕ Aid starts meeting.
But winterÕs snow and winds that blow
Can also be enheartening
For country folk the time has come
From work theyÕll be departing.
TheyÕll win at whist and then enjoy
A coffee with their neighbours
And quilting bees where needles fly
And ladies share their labours.
But best of all, when night time falls
And all the chores are done
My family is at home with me
I feel we are as one.
For friends will come and friends will go
But families are forever
If winter brings them close to me
WeÕll welcome it together.
© Heather C. Miller
Bio: Heather is a retired journalist who lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and enjoys writing fiction, creative non-fiction and poetry. Her email address is email@example.com if any readers should care to comment on her writing.