Pull the drapes on summer past,
Linger long ‘neath autumn’s mast
Where golden sheaves are gathered in,
Thankfulness where pain has been.
Turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce,
gravy, potatoes, and helpings of pie;
turnips and salads and cinnamon floss
to deal with the bits that your teeth trap inside.
Saying a blessing with heads bowing low,
family gathered in bustle of noise;
giving our thanks for the blessings heaped high
on hearts’ inner platters, and counting the joys
of harvest and hearth-side, of food in the bin;
O Lord of the gathering,
we usher You in!
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends!