Thanksgiving | Filed under General
Things work so well for my sweet one Sunday’s with his posting of a Robert Service poem, I decided maybe I should use Sunday as a day for poetry. A good idea is just that a good idea so here goes.
Thanksgiving
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.
Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.
Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.
Edgar Albert Guest, 1881-1959
Have you enjoyed your first week with Ms. Vickie the Southern Belle? I would love to hear from you so send your fan mail to alwaysvictorianga@yahoo.com. Both negative and positive feedback will be greatly appreciated as I continue peeling away the layers of an onion. Return tomorrow, pull up a seat set a spell, with Ms. Vickie, the Southern Bell. I know you will enjoy tomorrow as I tease you about sex.
November 20th, 2005 at 1:03 pm
Tease us about WHAT!
November 20th, 2005 at 1:20 pm
Ya got me with poetry Vickie, surprise surprise, loved your first week can hardly wait for the second one…. did you say somethin’ about Sex?
November 20th, 2005 at 1:36 pm
You know that onion thing was used in Shrek The movie. Maybe your like cake? Or a parfay? Layers ya know.
November 20th, 2005 at 2:30 pm
Sex? You know I’ll be back.
November 20th, 2005 at 3:46 pm
That’s a beautiful poem! I’m having my family over, including my step-dad who pouts when everyone’s not paying attention to him, so I’m not really looking forward to Thanksgiving. BUT, I am looking forward to the food!! YUM!
Hope yours is as beautiful as you want it to be!
November 20th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
Yes it was a good week and I LOVE Thanksgiving - my favorite holiday of the year now.
November 20th, 2005 at 4:16 pm
Sex??!! You know I’ll be back. LOL
I loved the poem, reminds me of all the great Thanksgivings I’ve had and of all I have to be thankful for.
I love your new site, honestly. Although we’ve talked a lot, I’m still enjoying seeing your layers here. *LOVE & HUGS*
November 20th, 2005 at 4:20 pm
Beautiful poem. I love Thanksgiving. I have enjoyed your first week here and you bet I will be back for sex !!
*HUGS*
November 20th, 2005 at 5:52 pm
Exactly what Dawn said!!!
November 21st, 2005 at 1:53 am
The poem couldn’t be more beautiful and heartwarming. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
I’m afraid to come back tomorrow! I might start to remember things I’ve forgotten and, yes, sometimes miss. I think I’ll sign this anonymous but you know who I am.
November 21st, 2005 at 1:54 am
Aw, shucks that didn’t work.
November 21st, 2005 at 2:13 am
Oh, please not that. I am single girl! Is your house picture the one from Designing Women?
November 21st, 2005 at 2:16 am
Yes, I am enjoying the onion peeling. Makes me laugh, makes me cry (as onion peeling should). I LOVE your new blog.
November 21st, 2005 at 9:36 am
And I am a Northern Girl. Whell at leat I got gooder grammer than sum uthers do. Have a good week.
November 21st, 2005 at 4:43 pm
Excellent first week! Can’t wait to see what else you come out with!