THANKSGIVING

THANKSGIVING ^[1]

Bronze man standing plum and tall,

To his back, a square, squat, squaw;

On her back, in his round rack

Sat a silent papoose – fat.

These three specimens, native race,

Came on that day face to face,

With Christian man and Christian grace.

– eab, 11/26/69

^[1] I assigned my HSBC students (had class ON Thanksgiving Day that year) to write a Thanksgiving poem; this is what I wrote during the time they were writing.

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THANKSGIVING

Bronze man standing plum and tall,

To his back, a square, squat, squaw;

On her back, in his round rack

Sat a silent papoose – fat.

These three specimens, native race,

Came on that day face to face,

With Christian man, and Christian grace.

– eab, 11/26/69

* I assigned my HSBC students (had class ON Thanksgiving Day that year) to write a Thanksgiving poem; this is what I wrote during the time they were writing.

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LORD OF THANKSGIVING

Tis a blessing to me and my kin,

To have food, tall pantry and bin,

Our store is thick, not lean nor thin,

For all this I praise you Lord,

Living, Giving, Loving Lord.

 

It’s good to have clothes and more,

In dresser and behind closet door,

And shoes and boots on scattered floor,

For abundance I thank you Lord,

Great, Gallant and Faithful Lord.

 

Of far more blessings (by miles not feet),

Is the mate you allowed me to meet,

And four little Bryans to make us complete,

Thou who lovest family, Creative Lord,

My thanks for being a Love-making Lord.

 

Most of all I’m so grateful to be,

Redeemed and passed through my own Red Sea,

Through “Jordan” you also have guided me,

Redeeming and Sanctifying Lord, my Lord,

You surely deserve all the praise I afford.

                – eab, 11/24/99

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