A classic Thanksgiving poem about gratitude for nature's beauty.
These are things I prize
And hold of dearest worth:
Light of the sapphire skies,
Peace of the silent hills,
Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass,
Music of birds, murmur of little rills,
Shadow of clouds that swiftly pass,
And, after showers,
The smell of flowers
And of the good brown earth,——
And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
So let me keep
These treasures of the humble heart
In true possession, owning them by love.
Illustrated by Pixabay, with thanks.
1. This poem talks about some things the poet loves. What things in your life are you grateful for?