[Oe List ...] HAPPY THANKSGIVING

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>From Elsa Batica 
in cold Minneapolis....
Happy Thanksgiving! I am so grateful 
you ARE in my life! Like Sandra, my cup is full of gratitude for this community who in one way or another have affected my life.

Hope this link works.
  *WISH I WAS THIS CREATIVE...CLICK ON THE 
TURKEY* 
Hope you read  the poem too. 
Thanks to a friend for sharing this. 



        
 
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  Poem 
/prayer by MAX COOTS



 

LET US GIVE THANKS


 

Let us give thanks for a
 bounty of people

For children who are our second planting

and though they grow like weeds

and the wind too soon blows them away,

May they forgive us our cultivation

and remember fondly where their roots are.

Let us give thanks:

For generous friends, with hearts as big as hubbards

and smiles as bright as their blossoms;

For feisty friends as tart as apples;

For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers,

keep reminding us we've had them;

For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb

and as indestructible;

For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants

and as elegant as a row of corn,

and the others, as plain as potatoes and so good for you;

For funny friends, who are as silly as Brussel sprouts

and as amusing as Jerusalem
artichokes,

and serious friends, as complex as cauliflowers

and as intricate as onions;

For friends as unpretentious as cabbages,

as subtle as summer squash,

as persistent as parsley,

as delightful as dill,

as endless as zucchini,

and who, like parsnips,

can be counted on to see you throughout the winter;

For old friends,

nodding like sunflowers in the evening-time

and young friends coming on as fast as radishes;

For loving friends, who wind around us like tendrils

and hold us, despite our blights, wilts, and witherings;

And finally, for those friends now gone,

like gardens past that have been harvested,

but who fed us in their times

that we might have life thereafter;

For all these we give thanks,



-- Max Coots




      
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