A Country ThanksgivingA Poem by jeanAbout our neighbors and friends as we got together for the holiday when the year we had a blizzard.
A family of four lived in the country.
Snow covered buildings and roadways are all that can be seen; turkey in the oven and potatoes ready to mash. The table is set for six. The wind is blowing outside; nothing can be seen. The neighbors are stuck at home and so are we. The phone rings, "Do you want to come for dinner?" "We will be over soon," was the reply. As the Allis Chalmers tractor and loader and a salad in hand, drove down the road so proper and grand. No snow or wind will stop us country folks from giving Thanks for our many Blessings.
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