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Monday, November 21, 2022

Poem: “Thanksgiving Time” by Langston Hughes

When the night winds whistle through the trees and 

blow the crisp brown leaves a-cracking down, 

When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and round,

When old Jack Frost is sparking on the ground,

It’s Thanksgiving Time!


When the pantry jars are full of mince-meat and 

the shelves are laden with sweet spices for a cake,

When the butcher man sends up a turkey nice and fat to bake,

When the stores are crammed with everything 

ingenious cooks can make,

It’s Thanksgiving Time!


When the gales of coming winter outside your window howl,

When the air is sharp and cheery so it drives away your scowl,

When one’s appetite craves turkey and will have no other fowl,

It’s Thanksgiving Time! 

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