by John Enright

With freedom's blessing spread upon the table,
With friends and family gathered round the feast,
We celebrate the fact that we are able
To thrive here in this boldly settled land.
Behind us lies a heritage of starving
Beneath the rule of nobleman and priest.
Before us sits a turkey we are carving
To pile meat high for every outstretched hand.

And so we thank the Pilgrims' yearning vision
That there must be a way to live anew
Where each was free to make his own decision
Of how and what to plant — and then to reap
The fruits of his own efforts — and to keep
The bounty of the harvest as his due.