[larryjohnson]

A TURKEY SONG
verse 3 of 14 (return to post 20 for more of poetry in verse reverse)

He leads his flock through field and wood
In search of grub and grain:
And when the shades of evening fall
He leads them home again.

[SpookBrat]

LARRY!!!!! I've been missing you! Love to the wife and kids. Hope you're well.

Happy Thanksgiving!

[JustAmy]

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Larry!
Thank you for bringing us another verse.
I cheated .... I'm saving them to a temp document so I can read them together. : )

[larryjohnson]

return to post 97 et al for the rest of...

A TURKEY SONG
verse 4,5,6 of 14

He travels the neighborhood afar
His sustenance to get;
But like the Prohibitionist,
He doesn't like the wet.


His raucous voice the echoes wakes
In accents loud and shrill;
He sings his song most cheerfully,
But its pleasing effect is nil.


With lordly mien and haughty crest
With visage fiery red,
He struts among the brnyard fowl
With calm,majestic tread.