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 sat…so calm.
Apparently, ‘twas in his heart approaching Turkey Day,
So he was hidden with the hope to be nobody’s prey.
I couldn’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 Day….
My meal would be spaghetti.