the cold morning air hits your skin
rooms as big as an elephant’s stomach
dry dead grass all around
smell of tickling good thick turkey popping in the fryer
a million sweet sugar cookies laid on the table
freezing lake water shivers at the cold
sweet sour sugar filled kids run around the trees
house has green has grass
deer stomping on sticks that snap
i’m thankful for our thanksgiving house for it is my second home
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