The Acorn 7 Thanksgiving Day The day appreciation bows to rich accommodation For the harvest that the Nation's soil bestows, The day when all the union gladly meets in sweet communion, To eat well and pay the thanks our people owe, The day when Godly pleasure helps us realize a treasure, And the value of a garden true and tried, The day an honest living gives us reason for thanksgiving, Since a good man's meal today is not denied. T'is the day when Utah's manger to the plough horse is no stranger, Before his provender, well-earned, he stands at ease, The day when Utah's heater cooks the sweet to taste the sweeter, While our bakers please to live and live to please, The day when God's affection helps us walk the right direction, To a Utah table blessed with Godly fare. The day when every platter helps us grow each year the fatter, And where Uncle Sam grows stronger every where. The day when Utah's flour shows the value of a shower, From the kindly Maker's toss of golden grain, The day when Utah's farmer feels his heart beat out the warmer, While his eyes gaze now on what his works obtain, The day when Utah's mother and the day when Utah's brother Are true angels to the truants hungry eyes, The day when Utah's neighbor meets the rich results of labor, As the blind man now awakes in Paradise. The day we meet to cherish what our God forbids to perish, And the day we meet in service to His call, The day His well-fed nation holds her cheerful celebration, In a grand old hearty, healthy, free-for-all, The day of each November, when we always can remember, All our heroes and the honors each convey, Thus in Reverence and Glory, may we read the heroes' story, To the Giver of each rich Thanksgiving Day. Walter Emmett.