A Time for Reflection

Thanksgiving is a time for reflection
Remembering a time of the first celebration
When our ancestors came onto new soil,
Escaping torment and old world toils.

This new land was so unknown
No resemblance to the old world that
They once called home.
Yet they worked and explored
And after some time
Noticed that their harvest would not be so fine.

With the cold coming in
And so small a blessing
They prayed for divine intervention
And behold
Form a forest
Not yet accustomed to exploration
Came a people, no stranger to hesitation,
To see this curious lot.

They brought with them food
And greetings of goodwill
Knowledge of the land
Where to plant
What to crop.

And within a year the new ones sat
With these that taught them so
And togethr they welcomed a
New tradition
One that to us now is so old.
But the story is told
From year to year,
Of how our ancestors came and the Indians that
helped to alleviate their fears
And so is the tradition of THANKSGIVNG.


Norman W. Aguirre
GHD