by Gary R. Hess
On a chilly fall night,
oh so long ago,
In 1621 to be exact,
Thanksgiving day was held.
The Wampanoag tribe feasted
with their pilgrim neighbors
to celebrate a harvest
and give thanks for their labors.
Ninety Natives and fifty Separatists
held a feast
Corn, squash, and more were eaten
by the group whom was weakened.
Today we celebrate all we have
and give thanks for each other.
If it weren’t for those like Massasoit,
we couldn’t have another.
This poem is in dedication to all the Native Americans who helped the colonists in their time of need. There’s no way that they could have survived the winter without the Native people’s help. I recommend all Americans, Natives and the like, to remember those great Americans of our past who helped make America what it is today.