Today, like Ralph Waldo Emerson, we give thanks
For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see.
For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see.
Happy Thanksgiving from our backyard to yours!
And to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteLovely scene there.
Hope your Thanksgiving was filled with love, laughter and plenty of good things to eat.
ReplyDeleteI'm stuffed, and ready for bed and it's only a few minutes after 6. :-)
Your backyard is wonderful. How peaceful it must be there.
Have a great weekend ~ FlowerLady
Love the poem and that beautiful scene. It looks so peaceful and inviting.
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