"The Thanksgiving Table": A Thanksgiving poem by me

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The Thanksgiving Table: A Thanksgiving poem by me

The cherry oak table is all adorned with a leaf pattern tablecloth.

White crystal goblets sit at the head of fine China plates.

A cornucopia of apples, grapes, and pears is set in the middle of the table.

Pumpkin-scented candles at each end lit flicker their orangish glow.

Mom is standing at the oven baking homemade apple, pecan, and pumpkin pies.

Grandma patted the biscuits and made mashed potatoes.

Uncle John is frying the Thanksgiving turkey and glazing the ham.

While the cousins watch the parade on TV.

The cousins all dressed up in their Sunday best.

The wine is poured, and sweet tea is brewed.

The Green Bean Casserole smells so heavenly.

The Jell-O mold jiggles in the center of the counter.

Late afternoon, the Football game is on

Mom says, “It’s time to eat.”

We pray and give thanks around the table.

Another year to be thankful and enjoy.

"The Thanksgiving Table": A Thanksgiving poem by me
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