Thanksgiving Poem
I confess my adoration of all you say and do,
and want to find a way to convey it here to you,
but ideal admiration cannot be sold or bought,
and sincere thanks is not delivered in a flowerpot.
And so I write this little poem, paltry in its length,
to show my gratitude for your kindness and your strength.
Prompt words today are thanks, confess, adoration, deliver, ideal and flowerpot.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Strange how often we may be thinking the same direction. My thoughts go toward these holidays, and especially where they have gone wrong. You may note that I had little or nothing to say about Halloween, taken too far in the wrong way. It is not a day of fools with their hands our, but rather a day of thinking about the following day of the dead, which I do like and is more properly done in the Latin way.
Thanksgiving to me is a day when family and friends should get together, celebrating and thinking about the good things that happened over the past year (as a family), a good meal is great but there should be a limit..
Christmas advertisements already started a month back and all it seems to represent is spending, spending, spending.. Little is mentioned of what it is supposed to represent~! There is a limit to such foolishness, they have long ago turned such days of celebration into a money making foolishness.
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Lovely poem.
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Great poem.
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Short and sweet.
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