#40 (“On day of Thanksgiv’n. . .”)

 

                               On day of Thanksgiv’n we do lounge and play:

                               A breakfast long with joy complete for two.

                               We are the two, my Sweet’—just us with ray

                               Of sun that warns o’r heart, leaves naught to rue.

                               What hope and thought have we for day sublime?

                               Soft words of love, a day to rest, a meal

                               So soon with friends so close.  This day the kiss

                               I oft’ do long to see ‘mid work unreal.

                              Yea, work too hard we do—time soon to halt

                              The race of rats and come inside to rest.

                              Your love is strong and true, for joy it’s wrought

                              For me.  I long more time with ye, not less.

                                        I count my blessings true today for sure—

                                       Ye are the key to joy for me—the lure!

11/25/2003

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