Thanksgiving Day (Pickled Poem Ep. 68)

"Thanksgiving Day" (Over the river and through the wood) by Lydia Maria Child Over the river and through the wood,    To grandfather's house we go;         The horse knows the way         To carry the sleigh    Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood--    Oh, how the wind does blow!         It stings the toes         And bites the nose,    As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood,    To have first-rate play.         Hear the bells ring,         "Ting-a-ling-ding!"    Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river and through the wood,    And straight through the barn-yard gate.         We seem to go         Extremely slow--    It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood--    Now grandmother's cap I spy!         Hurrah for the fun!         Is the pudding done?    Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie! Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Email [email protected] and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems.  Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠⁠⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠⁠⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too.  Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week! ⁠⁠⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠⁠