Turkey Time Poem by my Grandpa Boyd

       My Grandpa Boyd was a real cowboy and a poet. My mom even got one of his books published. It's dedicated to all of his grandchildren. He was such a funny man. I remember this one hat he used to wear that said, "sexy senior citizen." He never failed to make someone laugh. Here's one of his poems that he used to read aloud for Thanksgiving...hope it makes you smile!

Turkey Time

By. Boyd E. Moffitt

Old Turkey Time is here again

The best holiday of the year

With the aroma of different good things

That I hold most dear.

But the one aroma that is best

{And it sure makes one perky}

Is that tantalizing smell

Of a freshly baking turkey.

And all the cakes and pies

That sit cooling on the shelf

Sure do make my mouth water

I can hardly contain myself.

We sit around inside the house

If the weather is on the skids

But if the weather is good

We go outside and play ball with the kids.

Finally we are called to the table

By one of our famous cooks

Some kids have to sit in chairs

On top of a couple of books.

Finally we all get seated at the table

And there we do pause

To give thanks to the Lord and Tom Turkey

For each had died for a cause.

After dinner we do up the dishes

But leave what is left of the turkey on the table

So that we can sit there, nibble and talk

As long as we are able.

At last the guests leave for home

With their bellies full and tight

The gastric affects of all that good rich food

Put them in an awful plight.

So I take my hat off to the Pilgrims

Who with the Indians celebrated in their way

And to Congress, who finally did something

And made Thanksgiving a holiday.

Rest in Peace Grandpa Boyd...we miss you