It’s Thanksgiving, just the time I love the best,
Some more full of tender meaning than the rest,
Other holidays appear, throughout each succeeding year,
But not one so full of cheer as Thanksgiving.

Then the Harvest is o’er
And there is a goodly store of God’s, beauty and His blessings everywhere,
And we pause from work or play,
For this special holiday, for thanksgiving.

In the hurry and the strife that is part of every life,
I am sure that we would never pause to pray,
And give thanks for blessings rare,
That surround us everywhere, on Thanksgiving.

So to me this day of cheer coming only once a year,
Is by far the day our country loves the best,
Time to thank our Lord of host,
O’er tis land from coast to coast, with thanksgiving.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
November 29, 1929

Copyright Roy Richard