The Holiday
Things today are not like growing up in the day
Holiday
what ever do I say
things today aren't like growing up in the day
no celebrating Columbus
no taking the bus
to relatives
what gives
Thanksgiving is not about the Indians and pilgrims together
Although there are Christian Indians that do gather
For many it is about the harvest, the spirit dish, and thanking creator
then many would rather
not then or for Christmas
some cousins have giveaways
Christ isn't a part of their ways
Unless they were of a Christian faith, and some
then it may have gone on like when I was young
Christmas is Santa clause and presents
for most, decorations and ornaments
no midnight mass
no bible class
cultural contributions for an Indigenous day
creation is celebrated for many today
ancestry is supported as a time to celebrate
Native American Holidays are not set yet and one thing I can rate
is how we enjoy our feasting has no debate
I can give feasts a very high score on celebrating the Holidays in the east, south, west and north.
One thing we seem to all have in common in this country is feasting and celebrating the fourth
that hasn't appeared to change at least up north, and my guess is henceforth.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Splendid!!! Left some love!!!
Very nice poem. Well done.
Oh yes, feasting would always be a constant. We can never go wrong woth food, lol! Beautiful poem!