The Pilgrim Children
By Leland B. Jacobs
The Pilgrim children long ago
Learned to live with dark and snow.
They lived in cabins, slept in cold
When nights were long and winds blew cold.
But all of them were glad, I’d say,
To have that first Thanksgiving Day.
And when they went to bed at night,
I’d guess their dreams were warm and bright.
After reading this poem, write down one thing
you are thankful for on a piece of paper and
return it to your teacher for a prize.