Give Thanks

For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
For the cunning and strength of the workingman's hand,
For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
For the friendship that hope and affection have brought.

Give Thanks

For the homes that with purest affection are blest,
For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
For our country extending from sea unto sea;
The land that is known as the "Land of the Free"

Give Thanks

This Time of Year

It's being thankful for the gathering of family and friends both far and near
And the many blessings Our Lord has blessed us with,
come this time of year.

It's not the crying of the V's of geese a flying overhead.
Nor the inconspicuous buckbrush, suddenly turning red.
It's not the horses hairing-up, the creek a-turning brown.
Or the ash tree getting gussied up, in her dressy Autumn gown.

It's not the blue tinged frosty morn, the coyote getting bolder.
Nor the aches and pains, that remind us we're surely getting older .
It's not the fields harvested, and resting for the season.
It's not just the gathering, of the crops that's the reason--

It's being thankful for the gathering of family and friends both far and near
And the many blessings Our Lord has blessed us with, 
come this time of year.