A Feast of Memories
The holidays are for the senses.
When the nutmeg touches the rum,
A feast of nog that carries.
From places around the thumb
The drink carries.
The warmth of the turkey lingers.
Garlands of popcorn play.
Rolls held by fingers.
Allow for the flavors to stay.
The coolness of the outside brings
The heat up a few notches.
Is only enhances the meal, it sings
As the cook watches.
A feast of memories to carve,
They know they cannot wait.
When memories will starve,
They will be driven out the gate.
In everything that happens during this time,
It’s only proper to pen such a rhyme.
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Skyler Saunders
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