Here’s an adorable handprint poem and craft for Thanksgiving. Turn your grandchild’s handprint into a turkey. Make a family of turkeys by adding grown-up handprints, too.

Thanksgiving Handprint Poem

What to do:

• Print or type the following Thanksgiving poem onto cardstock
• Trace hand onto the page and decorate to look like a turkey (more…)

The Leaves

 The leaves had a wonderful frolic.
They danced to the wind’s loud song.
They whirled, and they floated, and scampered.
They circled and flew along.

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Autumn Leaves

One of the nicest beds I know
Isn’t a bed of soft white snow.
Isn’t a bed of cool green grass
After the noisy mowers pass.
Isn’t a bed of yellow hay
Making me itch for half a day
But autumn leaves in a pile that high,
Deep and smelling like fall and dry.
That’s the bed where I like to lie
And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

~ Aileen Fisher ~

Author of over 100 children’s books
Died in 2002 at the age of 96

Autumn Color

Jack Frost paints a portrait of beauty
With colors so vivid and bright;
It’s framed with a purple misty haze
And draped in a frosty night.

Big, fat, bright orange pumpkins
Nestle snugly among shocks of corn;
Leaves flutter silently earthward;
Ice sparkles like glass in the dawn.

The nuts drop softly upon the ground,
Leaves fall and hide them there;
Squirrels work away industriously,
Their winter store to prepare.

A pale harvest moon sails serenely
Across a star-studded sky,
And smiles on a world full of color
Since Jack Frost has just passed by.

~ Author Unknown ~