In days of yore, a feast was planned
to celebrate this brand new land
a place, where people would be free
to live, and worship reverently
not fearing their religions, banned.
They learned to farm and till the sand
a meager harvest, yet so grand
the Wampanog 's, shared their bounty
In days of yore.
We thank that small courageous band
our forefathers, who set their hand
against the winter's cruelty,
surviving, through frugality
and daily toil; They made their stand,
In days of yore.
Special Form Poem: Rondeau
Thanksgiving Day
by John Vincent Palozzi
Thanksgiving Day comes once again
it's time to pray and say amen
then pass the bowls filled with the food
we've come to share. Do not exclude
the crude or rude who have no yen
from feasting on the julienne
of from partaking of the hen.
We all must feed the multitude
Thanksgiving Day.
So let us join with kin and friend
around the table one again
with joy and loving attitude
to fill this yearly interlude.
For that's the purpose of this when-
Thanksgiving Day!