Students are asked to read, trace, and write, this touching poem about Thanksgiving. Click here to print.

Each hour of Thanksgiving has seemed to me the best, but I've finally decided one is better than the rest. It is after dinner's eaten, when I'm oh, so tired of play, and I sit quite close to grandma, and my head against her lay. One arm she folds against me, her fingers twist a curl, while she tells to me the story, "When I was a little girl."