FIRST THANKSGIVING
by
Aileen Fisher
Venison for stew and roasting,
Oysters in the ashes toasting,
Geese done to a turn,
Berries(dried) and wild grapes (seeded),
Mixed with dough and gently kneaded.
What a feast to earn! Indian corn in strange disguises,
Ash cakes, hoe cakes (many sizes),
Kernels roasted brown...
After months of frugal living
What a welcome first Thanksgiving
There in Plymouth town.
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THANKSGIVING DAY
by
Emily Dickinson
One day is there of the series
Termed Thanksgiving Day,
Celebrated part at table,
Part in memory.
Neither patriarch or pussy,
I dissect the play;
Seem it, to my hooded thinking,
Reflex holidy.
Had there been no sharp subtraction,
From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption,
Where was once a room.
Not a mention, whose small pebble,
Wrinkled any bay, --
Unto such, were such assembly,
'T were Thanksgiving day.
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