
by Annette Wynn
The pilgvims came across the sea,
And never thought of you and me;
And yet it’s very strange the wuy
We think of them Thanksiuinq Day.
[Read the original. Newton Poetry will be taking a well-deserved Thanksgiving break. May you cook your sweet potatoes with grit and splendor, and may you use your MessagePad for all your recipes.]
November 26, 2008 at 9:17 pm |
I googled this poem by Annette Wynn just now; I learned the single verse in first grade, 62 years ago.
November 26, 2008 at 10:22 pm |
I’ll be darned. Thanks for sharing, Dave. And I’ll bet you pronounced all the words correctly, unlike my Newton.
November 27, 2008 at 6:52 am |
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