Each year Thanksgiving seems to be overshadowed by the winter holidays. Once Halloween ends Mariah Carey and Michael Bublé take over the radio waves with their songs about Santa Clause and Jack Frost. Well we believe that Thanksgiving deserves its time in the lime-light. We believe that November belongs to turkeys, pilgrims, and giving thanks. So, in tribute to Thanksgiving, Waterworks Aquatics has compiled a collection of our favorite Thanksgiving poems, courtesy of “Coolest Thanksgiving Poems,” for you and your families to enjoy this Thanksgiving!
The first poem is the traditional historical recognition of the coming together of the Native Americans and the Pilgrims.
If I had been a Pilgrim child
Among the fields and forests wild
Where deer and turkey used to roam,
A cabin would have been my home
With fireplace and earthen floor
And bearskins hanging at the door.
I would have gathered berries bright
For candles fragrantly alight,
And dug for clams and picked the corn
And laid the table smooth and worn.
Or hunted nuts hard-shelled and good
And helped in any way I could,
With time to laugh and play and run
When Indian children came for fun.
And on the first Thanksgiving Day
I would have met with friends to pray
And thank the Lord for all his care
In keeping us together there.
— By Margaret Hillert—
The poem about how delicious turkeys are.
Five big turkeys sitting on the gate.
The first one said, “It’s getting late.”
The second one said, “Who goes there”?
The third one said, “There are farmers everywhere.”
The fourth one said, “Let’s run, run, run.”
The fifth one said, “It’s just Thanksgiving fun.”
Then Gobble Gobble went the wind.
And out went the lights.
And the five fat turkeys were out of sight.
— Coolest Thanksgiving Poems –
And we cannot forget the poem about the great Thanksgiving food!
I ate too much Turkey; I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I’m stuffed up with muffins and too much stuffin’
I’m probably going to die.
I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I’m so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!
I’m full of tomatoes and French fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But there’s still some dessert so I guess it won’t hurt if
I eat just a little bit more!
— Coolest Thanksgiving Poems —