Song of Thanksgiving

We spent the morning
Walking through the tall grasses
The burrs clung to us
As we made our way to the tree fort
In the center of the field

Little feet made a mighty trail
With all of their tossing and tumbling
Purple flowers lay down on the ground
As we passed
Making way for the procession

We found a caterpillar
It climbed first one child’s belly than another
As they watched and laughed
I think the caterpillar got his exercise today
Climbing up
Then starting over
Again and again
Before we made him a cozy bed
In a grass house
Near our tree

Then

We hung swings in branches
And used old logs to sit on
As we ate our snack in the grass

Although we were hidden from sight
I am sure our sound carried
Over the field
As we blessed the earth
With laughter
And our song of thanksgiving