The Thanksgiving ship again has come in
A plastic Mayflower, Little People within
Pilgrims and Natives with a festive table
The kids will enjoy as long as they’re able
Soon the house will be decked out for Christmas
The Pilgrims and pals a fleeting witness
November remembers difficult days
December brings happy holidays
Whatever the season your faith is confessing
Make sure pause and count all your blessings
A butternut squash
A kitchen knife
A bloody finger
A lunch delayed
I watched the whole game
The Cleveland Browns lost again
Why do I do this?
The panicked voter
So used to getting his way
Perspective is lost
No joy on this night
I don’t like either of them
I mourn honor lost
I saw the juncos
It is November, of course
Cold weather is near
The Browns lost again
The Cowboys beat them this time
The fans are weary
Breakfast for dinner
Eggs and bacon and French toast
That’s good cooking, Mom!
Red, yellow, and orange
The trees look like a painting
Soon the world is gray
It’s not easy to see your team lose
Some have to curse
Some turn to booze
It’s much better when your team wins
You jump up and down
You have a big grin
Thank the coach
or blame the weather
It’s much better
To do it together