by Elizabeth Wrobel
Wishbone, wishbone,
Wish me home,
To a table with a harvest spread,
Thankful prayers and bowed heads.
Wishbone, wishbone,
Wish me home,
To a table with a turkey packed full of stuffing,
Cranberry sauce and many a blessing.
Wishbone, wishbone,
Wish me home,
To a table with a heaping helping of family time,
And a Thanksgiving Day of the very best kind.
About the Writer
Elizabeth Wrobel writes for both kids and adults in the Northwoods of Michigan. She has been published in books, magazines, ezines, and online. Her poems have even been read on radio stations and sold in retail stores. When she’s not writing she’s reading, watching movies, and spending time with family.
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Photo credit: “Thanksgiving Dinner” by Alcinoe (Public Domain). Modified by Veronica McDonald.
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