More thanksgiving poems


The entire year has switched its circle,

The times of year appear and disappear.

The harvest all is collected in

And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields, their yellow grain,

So open wide the entrance~

Thanksgiving comes again!

~Old Rhyme


Our National Thanksgiving

All of the benefits from the fields,

All of the stores your garden yields,

All of the plenty summer time flows,

Autumn’s wealthy, o’erflowing stores,

Peace, success and health,

Private bliss and public wealth,

Understanding using its gladdening streams,

Pure religion’s holier beams —

Lord, of these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise.”

~ Author unknown



We’re grateful for Thy benefits, Lord,

Thy careful eye above,

For freedom’s bell that rolls for those

Within this dear land we like.

We’re grateful, Lord, for helpful work,

For way of measuring a healthy body,

To see relatives ties and friendship dear,

More precious this than wealth.

For those Thy tender mercies, Lord,

For sunshine as well as for rain,

For golden harvest highly fortunate

In yield of fruit and grain.

About this Thanksgiving Day, dear Lord,

We bow in humble prayer.

We’re grateful for Thy benefits, Lord

Thy gifts abound.

~ Kay Hoffman ~


Thanksgiving …

A lot of years have died

Since Pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day

At Plymouth met with fervent prayer

Their gratitude and food to talk about.

This will be our land-the plains and hillsides,

The valleys in which the sunshine spills

An amber light on beans and corn

Every time a golden day comes into the world.

Today we consider pioneers

Who braved all dangers, met all fears,

Who grown in fertile loam,

Who tamed frontiers to create a home.

For forest-store, for waterways,

For cotton fields, for mountain ore,

For mighty spires we sing our praise.

For scholars with intelligence

Who achieved knowledge from the sage,

Who left their heritage to all of us

And flag of freedom for this age.

We thank Thee, God, for rain and sun,

For peace at frosty winter’s edge,

For harvests as well as for vintage bells,

For belief and pleasure in work nicely done.

The flag we like now flies above

May belief and virtue stop us strong

Once we together sing this song:

“God Bless Thanksgiving Day!”

— An 1840’s Thanksgiving prayer by Stella Craft Tremble

Poetry Friday reaches Carol Cupala‘s Friday.

More Thanksgiving -related posts about this blog:

Thanksgiving Bible Study

Thanksgiving devotionals and readings are here.

Some Thanksgiving quotes are here.

More Thanksgiving quotes are here.

Abraham Lincoln’s Thanksgiving Announcement is here now.

Thanksgiving “funnies” are here.

A “Redneck Thanksgiving” is here now.

Thanksgiving poems are here.

Giving Thanks I’m linking this to Kelli’s Week of Giving Thanks at There Isn’t Any Place Like Home — a festival of Thanksgiving posts — poems, quotes, adornments, crafts, recipes, etc.


I Am Thankful (Thanksgiving Poem)