I see people busy, their coat tails brushing by.
I see smoke rising, and orange flames endangering the pumpkin pie.
I smell savory scents swirling through the air.
I smell cinnamon cider and delicate pastries handled with care.
I hear kettles whistling, chattering their sweet and gentle sounds.
I hear crackling fires, where the warmth of the fire abounds.
I taste spicy samples, the table is set inside.
My mouth begins to water, my taste buds feel alive.
I feel famishing hunger, my patience breaking thin.
And I stare at the golden turkey, time and time again.
At last the dinner is prepared, and at once I grab a chair.
Then my gratefulness is expressed, in a simple, heartfelt prayer:
Thank you God for family, thank you God for food,
Thank you for my friends, and help me keep a grateful attitude.
I guess I'm getting into the "mood" of the season.
This was another one of my school projects. Tell me what you think of it! And more may come...
-The Poetic-Feeling Plink
