Days of Thanksgiving

Grandpa spent his life, as a farmer,
and each Autumn, would put himself to a test.
Each year, he swore that his pumpkins,
would turn out far bigger, and better, than all the rest.

He'd often park his truck proudly, at the corner,
displaying the rewards of his labors of love.
Everyone, passing by and admiring,
I suppose, even the angels from above.

Word would spread quickly through the little town,
that Grandpa's harvest had come in.
No apples ever tasted any sweeter;
no pumpkins, ever any better,
Grandpa had done it once again.

He visited with the neighbors,
instead of selling, would sometimes just give away.
Having others take time to stop by and chat,
would always make his day.

As we gather at our Thanksgiving table,
pause for a moment, to give thanks and join hands,
there is something very special about the Thanksgiving season,
but not quite the same, as those shared with Grandpa, had been.