DPF / Nemerov

For trees and all their jobs and multiple lives, from The Complete Poems of Howard Nemerov.

from Learning the Trees / by Howard Nemerov (1920-1991)

And think also how funny knowledge is:
You may succeed in learning many trees
And calling off their names as you go by,
But their comprehensive silence stays the same.

DPF / Saiser

Happy Thanksgiving (from poetryfoundation.org).

from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser

Little did we know that first picnic
how this would go. Your hair was thick,

mine long and easy; we climbed a bluff
to look over a storybook plain. We chose
our spot as high as we could, to see

the river and the checkerboard fields.
What we didn’t see was this day, in
our pajamas if we want to,

DPF / Johnson

For gleam and gloom and Thanksgiving Eve, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing / by James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938)

Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

DPF / Converse

For vines and divines, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Thanksgivings / by Harriet Maxwell Converse (1836–1903)

We thank Him for his goodness in making the forests, and thank
          all its trees.
We thank Him for the darkness that gives us rest, and for the kind Being
          of the darkness that gives us light, the moon.
We thank Him for the bright spots in the skies that give us signs,
          the stars.

DPF / Child

For the upcoming week, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day / by Lydia Maria Child (1802–1880 )

Over the river, and through the wood,
    With a clear blue winter sky,
        The dogs do bark,
        And children hark,
    As we go jingling by.