From November by Nancy Byrd Turner Thanksgiving poem

"Just think, the little Pilgrim boys
That came ashore, you know,
From off the good Mayflower ship
That wild day long ago,
"They had no roasted turkey-breast
For dinner; not a scrap
Of gravy, stuffing, and the rest
Saw any hungry chap.

"No apple sauce, no pumpkin pies,
No nuts and raisins plump,
No oranges and gingersnaps,
No taffy in a lump.

"I'm glad that things are different now—
'T would give me quite a shock
To see our dinner-table look
As bare as Plymouth Rock.

"And yet, those little Mayflower lads
Were thankful to be living—
A splendid reason, after all,
For anyone's thanksgiving!"