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.

Supposed 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 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