We stroll along
In Shady Grove
On Thankgiving Day
I will not give away
The locale,
Best to say
A stone’s throw
Or maybe a leap
Into time,
Further gone
Than where I belong
Where sublime
Becomes the way,
We have wandered
Into a famous fine deli
To pick up a turkey
Ordered and sold
The scent in this
Place is spicy
And bold, big
Hearty guys
Laughing at sighs
From patrons who wait
With intent,
They will scurry it
Home and hurry
To gather the
Folks in a lather,
All rounded at table
No one unable to
Pass on the seconds,
We watch the old houses
With porches and spikes,
And giant grand trees
And kids on their bikes
Ride through huge
Piles of leaves,
All of this scene
Is stranger than fiction
To one who resides
On the hill
Near the water
Beside all the daughters
Who never will cook
but order in well,
Not so much different
The action is swell,
You might get a
NUT LOAF
Instead of a thigh
Be careful that nothing
Is calorie high,