THANKSGIVING
by Constance Q. Mills
The pumpkins are yellow,
Harvest time is here,
All the crops are gathered
Now, for the coming year.
Knowing God the Father
Send us all our food,
Gratefully we bow our heads,
In deepest gratitude.
Voicing our thanksgiving,
In sharing of our board.
Neighbors, friends and relatives,
Give thanks to Thee, oh Lord.
Loony Lunts and Company 