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.