Special Thanksgiving Meal

Special Thanksgiving Meal
By Larry Linville

Thanksgivings were meager on our farm.
Never a turkey dinner with its charm.
Nine mouths to feed a chicken dinner.
In those days I was so much thinner.

The duck migration crossed our little farm,
but without a gun we caused them no harm.
One day our father saw a strange new sight.
A duck walked by who was injured in flight.

The hunter hadn’t been very good,
but he provided our thanksgiving food.
My father chased down that injured creature,
knowing he’d be our thanksgiving feature.

We built him a pen in which he could stay,
until the approaching Thanksgiving day.
On this one holiday we were in luck,
our special meal was not chicken—but duck.

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