The other day here on the farm
Weather outside was nary sunny or warm
I looked at the pasture across the way
A flock of turkeys foraged at bay
There must have been twenty or there about
And me observing, my shotgun without
Thanksgiving was just a few days nigh
I gazed at the turkeys and heaved a sigh
The flock continued on their way
Fattening up for another day
The wild ones continued searching, for bugs and seeds
While a frozen domestic bird, prepared to fill my needs
I’ll stuff my gullet with turkey and dressing
After reciting my Thanksgiving blessing
For our hearth surrounded with those I love
I thank the Lord our God above
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