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Two Poems from our Holidays Poetry Collection

 
 
THANKSGIVING PAST
   
Author: Dorothy Perkins
   
Poem:
THANKSGIVING PAST
   
  I'd dearly love to slip on back
to the simpler days of yore.
I'd dearly love to slip on through
my mother's kitchen door.
I'd smell the turkey baking,
stuffed with her own special blend.
Oh, the warmth of that old cookstove;
which she so dutifully would tend.
I'd see the turnip, onions, squash,
bubbling gently in their pots;
a pretty glass container,
filled with fresh cranberry sauce.
I'd see Mama in her kitchen
making homemade yeast rolls;
the warmth in Mama's kitchen
wasn't only from her stove.
I'd glance into the living room,
furniture moved against the wall,
to make room for Mama's table;
she welcomed one and all.
Pristine, starched linens prepared before,
gently clothed the table leaves.
Her good china from the cupboard;
a harvest design of basket weave.
I'd see the pies, hot from the oven,
homemade mincemeat, apple and pumpkin;
I wish I could go back to be,
that little girl country bumpkin.
I'd see the family come together
at Mom's Thanksgiving meal.
Her apron came off, she welcomed them home;
this layout was no big deal.
Please pass the riced potatoes,
Gini made them again this year;
another reason I'd love to go back,
my family was always near.
Mom and Dad are long gone now,
I miss them both so much.
I pray that my own kitchen holds the warmth
of my dear Mama's touch.
   
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A RIGHT WING THANKSGIVING
   
Author: Larry Wissleberry
   
Poem: A RIGHT WING THANKSGIVING
   

"I'm thankful for the victory"
said my relative to the South
"How was your Thanksgiving dinner
with all that crow
in your mouth?"

"You Blues were carved and mashed
and the gravy was The House
We'll redistrict until all of you
are quiet as a mouse"

"Gays will never marry here,
and abortion is on the run
No Massachusetts lawyer
is going to take away
my gun"

Oh, war for The Holidays!
Thought I
Occupation without regret
God works in so many ways
Can he pay off the national debt?

I hung up thankful,
at least Bush is not a King
and there was a little turkey left
though it be a cold, hard
right wing

copyright 2004
Washington, DC
11/25/04
wissleberry at yahoo or hotmail.com



 
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