A Bermudian-American Poem for Thanksgiving
A new American gives thanks

We came to America without a clue When November rolled around and Thanksgiving, too Stories of pilgrims sailing in hope The Mayflower and Plymouth Rock — Who knew!
They fled from the British but wasn’t that us? Just listen to this little girl’s vocab of therefore and thus
I’d never seen a turkey, no drumstick or wing Never saw a pumpkin or eaten a pie My eyes got bigger and my ears perked up I knew the tune I heard them sing
My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty but the words were all wrong cause it’s an English song
“God save our gracious queen God save the Queen”
We’d come from Bermuda to be a Jew Religious freedom and expression, too Where seldom was heard A Hebrew prayer or word
Now we sit down together for the best feast ever Embracing a new life, a diverse one, with pleasure Giving thanks for our differences and our joy beyond measure.
