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Thanksgiving Poetry To Dawn Cape Cod Cranberry Sonnet Thanksgiving Thanksgiving (From The Turkey's Point Of View)
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As I was putting this selection of
poetry together, I kept thinking of the things I am thankful for on this Thanksgiving.
While I am thankful for many things in my life, one in particular stood out. This year I
am most thankful for my friends. They have been wonderful as always, and I want to say to
each one of them that they mean the world to me. One friend in particular deserves special
thanks: my best friend, Dawn. Without her, I have no idea where I would be today. I wrote
the following poem to express the things I like most about our friendship. |
*** While searching through Passion's archives, I came across a poem by Nancy Ness called "Cape Cod Cranberry Sonnet". I thought it gave some interesting insight into where the cranberries come from that we eat every Thanksgiving. Once I got Nancy's permission to use this piece, I asked her to provide a little background information. I think she says it best. "I've been a Cape Cod addict since my teen-age years when I was what we called a 'summer resident,' so it only seemed natural that I would become a permanent resident as an adult. Visitors tend to correlate Cape Cod to its endless beaches and summer festivities, but are usually unaware of the year-round intrinsic beauty of this wonderful place. One of our most favorite times of the year is the fall. The weather is perfect, the beaches are still warm, and its cranberry-harvesting time. Local folks always look forward to stopping by the side of the road to watch as cranberries are collected from atop the flooded bogs. It's certainly a poetic experience - so this poem pretty much wrote itself."
*** This next selection was written by Sven, often referred to as "Passion's resident romantic." It is a picture of some things he thinks about from Thanksgivings past. When asked what Thanksgiving was like in his family, Sven replied, "We would all gather at a different house every year, all of my mom's family…and it would just feel right. Like there was nothing that would keep us from being there." The following poem is a reflection of those times.
*** Once I found this next selection in the archives I just knew no article about Thanksgiving would be complete without it. I appreciate Gunslinger giving me permission to share this with you all.
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