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

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.

Supposed to be cold tonight, snow will be here soon, 

The days are short,

Here, family, and 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 food 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