They set sail for a new world such a long time ago,

 What they had to overcome, what do we know.

With ships, oh! so massive, all built by hand,

Off they did wander unto a new land.

Their vessels all anchored at Plymouth Rock,

On with their quest for those who might talk.

TRAVELERS OF FALL, tis a new life they seek,

This adventure of theirs, not for those who are weak.

Face to face they will come with a people not known,

A custom they will learn, now not alone.

Together they sit to share such a feast,

A tradition begins, for years this will teach.

Keith Garrett