A Thanksgiving Poem

Happy Thanksgiving

This month in the USA, we celebrate "Thanksgiving". It's a time to remember what we're thankful.
Through good times and bad times, there are always things we can be thankful.

I know this year I have seen many changes, and yet what I'm thankful for rides along the ups and downs. Mostly family and good friends are the main stay.

I'd like to take a moment now to Thank you:

Thank you for being a subscriber to my newsletter. Being a part of my journey. Meeting me along the road, through this newsletter.

Thank you to my clients and customers. I love being able to share my creativity and collaborate with you to bring wonderful works into this world.

Thank you for being you.


I'd like to share with you a Thanksgiving poem that my family regularly recites on Thanksgiving day.
( I know "Indian" is not considered politically correct)

The world has changes over the generations of human kind.
Yet we still come together because we need each other.



"A Thanksgiving Poem"
Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.
And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple
Only woods and Indian people.
Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round
What a different place to-day
Where we live and work and play!
Annette Wynne



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