What I Found

In a tiny little town
That is "out of the way"
I found again what matters

On Thanksgiving 

(and each day)

It's a town that still grows clover

And corn and squash and beans

And most everyone is honest
And it's frowned on to be mean

There's no Walmart, there's no Kmart

But there is a hardware store

Where at Fall they put out apples

"TAKE ONE" says the sign right by the door

 

People listen when you speak to them

And expect the same from you
And we all learn from each other

As we ponder what to do

 

No one dresses 'fancy'

No one much cares what what you drive

Most talk is of tractors

Who needs help, who's sick, who's died

You'll still see 'leave a message' boards
On porches worn and faded

Sometimes is left some soup, a coat

That's well appreciated

Most of all I found again

The best of what was me

And I'm learning how to share it

And what 'giving' gives to me....

In a tiny little sleepy town
That history forgot

I found again what matters

 And remembered what does not

 

By Issy 2013

Happy Thanksgiving to each of you

and I hope you know joy today
(and a little every other day too)

Thank you for sharing my odd little world  :-)