Thanksgiving Poem 2024

Beneath the moss-draped oaks, we gather round,
Where marsh meets sand, and tides soft sound.
On this barrier island, wild and free,
Thanksgiving comes by the salty sea.

Pelicans dive, and herons stand tall,
While golden spartina waves in fall.
The table’s spread with humble grace,
As sun dips low on water’s face.

Sweet tea and oysters, cornbread and greens,
The bounty here, a coastal dream.
Shrimp boats rest as day grows dim,
And fiddler crabs in shadows skim.

Voices rise with laughter and cheer,
In this quiet place we hold so dear.
Thankful hearts beneath southern skies,
As starlight shines and embers rise.