The leaves have taken scarlet hues
The wind goes dancing on gold shoes.
All day the sheaves are piling high,
The yellow wheat yields to the scythe.
In arbors the purple grapes hang down.
The barrels are packed to go to town
.
Then high above this golden scene
There moves in sight the autumn queen!
Majestic, huge and not too soon
Sails forth the new Thanksgiving moon.
Round as a pumpkin! And so should she be,
Her color an eye-filling vision to see!
Mellow and leisurely, regal in pace,
And hint of a twinkle about her broad face.
And also a hint of vagabondage
Becoming a sovereign who rules at this stage.
With earth so abundant and fruitful below,
A queen up above could scarcely but know.
And grand as she is, majestic her pace,
There's a touch of the pumpkin about her round face.
"Thanksgiving Moon"
The Giant Thanksgiving Book
(1935)
Louise Hetrick
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