poetry friday

To wind up this week of Getting Set for Thanksgiving, I give you this poem, written by a contemporary of Squanto and William Bradford…

Another Grace
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as *paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all.

*paddocks,  frogs