“Thanksgiving”
by Edgar Guest (1881-1959)
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.

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