Turkeys, in Autumn's golden light,
Strut and peck with all their might.
Gobbles echo, feathers bright,
A joyful scene, day and night.
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Autumn's golden light
Turkeys strut and peck with might
Gobbles echo bright
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Beaming sun of fall,
Turkeys forage, proudly call.
Nature's vibrant thrall.
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Autumn's golden hue
Turkeys strut and gobble too
Nature's vibrant view
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In the glow of autumn's golden light,
Turkeys strut and forage, a majestic sight.
Their gobbles echo through the air,
Feathers gleaming, a spectacle beyond compare.
With beaks honed sharp and plumage proudly spread,
They call and dance, their spirits led.
Nature's lively embrace, a captivating hold,
The turkey's presence, a story to be told.
Autumn's golden hues paint a grand tableau,
As turkeys call, a harmonious bestow.
Nature's vibrant display, a sight to behold,
Thanksgiving's bounty, a tradition that’s gold.
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Comments (7)
“Their gobbles echo through the air, Feathers gleaming, a spectacle beyond compare.” Loved many of these images here! 😊👏
Beautifully written!
this was so well done, MC, loved it!
Wonderful holiday poem. Well done.
Good flow, and feel. I especially liked some of the word choices. Nature's vibrant thrall stood out to me. Not a combination one hears a lot. Well done!
Gobble gobble gobble hehehehehe. Loved your poem!
Dear StepMom—I’ve so missed you—The kitchen aroma is wafting all the here..! Betcha your homemade baked stuffing makes the whole meal-Yum- 🦃 Leftovers anyone..! StepSon