Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

I happened up this old book one day while browsing thru a thrift shop.  The corners looked as though they had been nibbled upon by a hungry little mouse while it was stored away in some long forgotten attic barn.  The old and musty smell drew me in as I picked up and glanced thru the pages.  It was filled with beautiful old  drawings of Fall and Autumn, along with poems reflecting the memories of seasons past.  I set this book on tea table through out this Fall and have enjoyed reading it’s poems.  Today I am sharing one of them with you.

 

Thanksgiving Day

Lydia Marie Child 1844

 

Over the river, and through the wood,

To Grandfather's house we go;

the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh

through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,

to Grandfather's house away!

We would not stop for doll or top,

for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood—

oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes and bites the nose

as over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood—

and straight through the barnyard gate,

We seem to go extremely slow,

it is so hard to wait!

Over the river, and through the wood—

When Grandmother sees us come,

She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,

bring a pie for everyone."

Over the river, and through the wood—

now Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Over the river, and through the wood,

trot fast, my dapple-gray!

Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound!

For 'tis Thanksgiving Day.