The Thanksgiving turkey in the following poem, Reprieve by Jane-Ann Heitmueller, is one lucky Tom! Read this poem with your children and grandchildren to find out just why…
By Jane-Ann Heitmueller
While sauntering down an oak filled lane one bright, crisp autumn day,
I sensed a quiet, hidden gaze directed in my way.
With searching eyes I scanned the limbs to find the Peeping Tom,
And sure enough, though well concealed, the turkey satâ€¦so calm.
Apparently, â€˜twas in his heart approaching Turkey Day,
So he was hidden with the hope to be nobodyâ€™s prey.
I couldnâ€™t help but sympathize, as I went strolling by,
And know I too would be in fear thinking I soon might die!
Striking a pose of nonchalance, my pace, I kept it steady,
Deciding this Thanksgiving Dayâ€¦.
My meal would be spaghetti.