Here is the "Thanksgiving" poem that I read on tonight's show:
I remember here by the fire, In the flickering reds and saffrons, They came in a ramshackle tub, Pilgrims in tall hats, Pilgrims of iron jaws, Drifting by weeks on beaten seas, And the random chapters say They were glad and sang to God.
And so Since the iron-jawed men sat down And said, "Thanks, O God," For life and soup and a little less Than a hobo handout to-day, Since gray winds blew gray patterns of sleet on Plymouth Rock, Since the iron-jawed men sang "Thanks, O God," You and I, O Child of the West, Remember more than ever November and the hunter's moon, November and the yellow-spotted hills.
And so In the name of the iron-jawed men I will stand up and say yes till the finish is come and gone. God of all broken hearts, empty hands, sleeping soldiers, God of all star-flung beaches of night sky, I and my love-child stand up together to-day and sing: "Thanks, O God."
Fire Dreams by Carl Sandburg
Written to be read aloud, if so be, Thanksgiving Day
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Ninurta is just as happy as I am today, because he says he gets to spend his day sneaking into the kitchen stealing bites when I'm not looking.. lol
Another hour or so and off to the kitchen I go!
We are having another round of snow this morning, quite unexpected as I thought yesterdays snow was going to be it.. but there are some great big fat flakes falling from the sky! No Photoshop necessary!