Let us butter up the butterball and stuff it full of dressing.

We can bake it in the oven while the leaves are lightly falling.

There a bottle full of chardonnay that’s a-chilling in the cooler.

There’s a pan of cornbread dressing that is ready for the oven.

A pumpkin pie is cooling and a morning breeze is blowing.

I am dressed in my best hunting clothes and ready to go hunting.

I’ll think about that butterball throughout this autumn morning.

Those two big juicy breasts are so succulent and tempting.

And those plump fleshy drumsticks are delicious to the senses.

I am thankful for all the venison that is stored within our freezer.

I am grateful for all the food that is stored within our cupboard.

But most of all that butterball is the best of all my blessings.


P.H. Delta 2007

If I hadn't just finished a piece of cheesecake, I'd be starving. Your poem is a welcome preface to Thanksgiving, just about a week from now. Every year I promise myself that this year it will be smaller and simpler and each year I make a complete liar of myself. I'm sure this year will be no exception. The other aspect is.....givimg thanks. Despite the times, we have a great deal to be grateful about. Thanks for reminding us of that too.