Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.

From the poem "Thanksgiving"
by Edgar A. Guest

[Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959) began his illustrious
career in 1895 at the age of fourteen when his work
first appeared in the Detroit Free Press. His column was
syndicated in over 300 newspapers, and he became
known as "The Poet of the People."]