Sweet Poetry

November- 1918 -Wilhelmina Smith

Now the birds have flown

To their winter home

"Neath southern skies so blue

The flowers, leaves and grass

Have said," Good-bye, dear lass,

Good-bye, dear laddie, too."

The winds begin to blow

And whistle for the snow~~~

The winds so wild and free!

The little drops of rain

Roll down the window-pane,

And happy seem to be.

The winds and raindrops help us to remember

That this Thanksgiving month, jolly November.

Because She didn't Think

-1918 by Phoebe Cary

Once a little turkey, fond of her own way,

Wouldn't ask the old ones where to go or stay.

She said, "I am not a baby. Here I am half grown;

Surely I am big enough to run around alone!"

Off she went; but somebody, hiding, saw her pass;

Soon like snow her feather covered all the grass;

So she made a supper for a sly young mink,

'Cause she was so headstrong she wouldn't think.