Seasonal And Holidays Past Journal

Turkey In The Yard

His brother has turkeys to shoot
in the yard in another county north.
He loved that farm.
He told me how it was, by now,
when the out-house
looked like a goldmine because
the water was running.
He loved his mother,
and I asked him,
Did she fix turkey on Thanksgiving?
and he smiled, shyly, and said that
she did.
Isn't that the way it goes.
We've got turkey.
I want to know that my plate is full,
it is just like me to want that.
Can I ask My Lord for anything more?
The brilliant sun might come out
that day,
and the children play ball in the yard
where the turkeys sometimes come out
in the woods.
Let them ask for turkey, too.
Gobble, gobble.