Thanksgiving Day

November 24, 2016 at 11:24 am 1 comment

by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring
“Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow,—
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood—
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!

Entry filed under: .poetry, Lydia Maria Child, THANKSGIVING DAY. Tags: , .

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. johncoyote  |  November 24, 2016 at 9:26 pm

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.

    Reply

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