Thanksgiving Thoughts
I am thankful to see:
v A lovely, psychedelic tweeting bird in the forest that chippers away.
v Warm sunlight that brightens up every day in our lives.
v Animals so happy that they have undisturbed homes.
v Poor old men getting charity during holidays having a glumptious meal.
I am thankful to smell:
v The great aroma of baking Thanksgiving turkey.
v The fresh fragrance of a flower in full bloom.
v The wonderful scent of fruit juice being pressed.
v The fresh smell of pine in a deep forest in the afternoon.
I am thankful to taste:
v The mouthwatering, fresh cranberries that color our Thanksgiving feast.
v The delicious turkey gift of peace between two past worlds: Pilgrim and Indian.
v Yummy morsels of scrumptious pie.
v Sweet, ripe apples picked from the best vine.
I am thankful to touch:
v The soft, warm down of a newly hatched chick.
v Wet maple leaves midst spring’s soft showers.
v The rough texture of the cement-and-wood walls of my school.
v The bounciness of my mattress in the dark night.
I am thankful to hear:
v Children laughing in happiness while playing together.
v The loud cry of a big blue whale swimming deep in the ocean.
v The soft tweet of a blue bird in the backyard
v The soft pattering of feet from sweat-beading racers on a circular track.