By Mrs. Parley Nelson
Thanksgiving time! Again I live
Thanksgivings long since fled!
When you were just a little tad,
With ringlets round your head.
Again I see your childish form
As kneeling by my chair,
With folded hands, you softly lisped
A child’s Thanksgiving prayer:
“I thank thee, Lord, for mama dear,
And for my daddy, too,
I’m thankful that I have a home
And for my sister Lou.
I’m thankful for my nice new skates
And for my rubber boots,
I’m thankful for my jack knife and
My real air gun what shoots,
For these and other blessings, Lord,
I’m thankful as can be,
And as I lay me down to sleep
Please, Lord, take care of me.”
The busy years slipped quickly by,
You grew to man’s estate,
Your country called and you went forth
To meet a soldier’s fate.
And now you sleep in Flanders’ field,
Where countless flowers grow,
With valiant comrades lying near,
‘Neath crosses row on row.
You gave your life in freedom’s cause,
And though my tears still fall,
I’m thankful that you stood for right,
I’m glad you heard the call.
I lift my heart in thanks to God
Who sent a son so true;
And though in foreign land you sleep,
I know He cares for you.