The air, the loam, the tree, the bird,

all of value, yet frequently unheard

in the cacophony of voices raised

in a universe awfully amazed

at the hubris of the sapient beast

claiming dominion over nature’s feast.

There is much of merit to be found

in the quiet of creatures that sound

the sea, the sky, also the shore,

teeming, dreaming, so much more

that we cannot measure the worth

of the magnum opus that is this earth.

Today let us join hands and allocate

that which we have before we prate

about the bounty of the season;

there is sense in the shy reason

that we are unconstrained in that way

we come together on Thanksgiving Day.

Carol Anderson

Thanksgiving 2009