When I was still in the classroom, my students read a historical novel written entirely in free verse by Karen Hesse, Out of the Dust. One especially beautiful and inspiring passage was Thanksgiving List. It made a wonderful model for writing and all of us, my students and myself, wrote our own list before Thanksgiving. I’m still doing this. Here is this year’s list.
Early morning stillness, broken by birdsong, and the call of the cranes as they greet the sun.
Redbirds feeding in our backyard garden. The first sign of winter when a robin arrives escaping the cold north.
The warm sun on my back, cutting through the shivers from the sharp chill of the wind.
The soul-warming scent of autumn spice – cinnamon, clove, allspice, nutmeg.
Family. Warm hugs. Home – the place where those I love can be found, wherever that may be.
Memories of holidays past, and those we love who are no longer within reach of our touch but always within reach of our hearts.
For these things and many more, I am truly thankful.