THANKSGIVING DREAM

                                                             
                       THANKSGIVING DREAM

It came to me one morning as I listened to the sirens 
And noise,

Fall is here, Thanksgiving is coming soon, and this is  
Not the place to be.


My Thanksgiving dream is to get away to that special, 
Little town of peace,


Something out of a movie, going home where friends and  
Family still live.


Driving across the country to where memories wait for me,  
You can see Fall,


When I arrive I can see many trees with leaves dropping  
To the ground.


Suppose to be cold tonight, snow will be here soon, 
The days are short,


Here with family, old friends gather for a Thanksgiving  
Feast and thoughts.


The night is quiet, a warm fire, watching the sun go down  
With Autumn alive,


Tomorrow is the day, asleep tonight in my old room,  
I can hear the wind howl.


Morning light awakens me with the smell of foods 
Cooking downstairs,

Mom and Grandma in the kitchen, turkey in the oven and  
Pies on the counter.


A cup of coffee, warm is the fire, outside on the porch  
As cold is the morning,


This is Fall, back home for the holidays where the 
Seasons change.

Kids playing in piles of leaves, grateful for this day  
That's about to be,


Today at the table together we sit, share, thankful  
For this Thanksgiving dream.

                            Keith Garrett

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