(This is a truthful account.)
Poetry: The Thanksgiving Story (Historical)
On the ship dubbed Mayflower, Pilgrims sailed o’er the sea
To a land where these Christians would seek their liberty
To live in obedience to God Almighty above:
It would take their sacrifice, their courage, their patience, their love.
After a hard and long voyage, they were “brought safe to land”
Through perilous seas by the Lord’s gracious hand.
They fell to their knees on the cold shores of Cape Cod
And lifted their voices in thankful blessings to God.
The Pilgrims settled down in Plymouth, after weeks of exploration
And built a common house, the start of their plantation.
There was good fertile soil and water flowing from fresh springs
And forests filled with nuts and berries and other tasty things.
That first winter was harder than most humans could bear
But the Pilgrims, without complaining, trusted in God’s care.
Though sickness took near half of them to their heav’nly destination
God forged these hardy Pilgrims, and destined a new nation.
That first spring was welcomed and they planted the rich fields
And prayed for a harvest of a hale and hearty yield.
Kindly native Indians offered ‘know-how’ and their aid
So over that first summer, lasting friendships were gladly made.
So greatly was appreciated the harvest of that fall
That the governor named Bradford sent forth a public call
To thank the Lord Almighty in a very special way
With a time of prayer and feasting – a Thanksgiving Day!
The chief of the Indians came and brought ninety more
Feeding all those people would really be a chore!
But the Indians didn’t come empty-handed in the least
They came loaded down with goodies to add to the feast!
The Indians brought plump turkeys and plenty of deer meat.
The Pilgrims cooked fresh veggies: carrots, onions, turnips, beets.
Dessert was not forgotten: they made puddings and pies so sweet
And the Indians popped popcorn! Yes! For the Pilgrims, a new treat!
They ate and ate, then had some sport and took some time to play
But Thanksgiving is more than food and fun: it is a time to pray.
So the Pilgrims and the Indians humbly bowed their heads
Remembering God’s goodness, a prayer of thanks was said.
So it came to pass in that year, sixteen-hundred twenty-one
In the beauty of the autumn, this celebration was begun.
One more fact about this fine feast of gobble-gobble glee:
That very first Thanksgiving was not one day … but THREE!
© 2008 CAVenable
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