The Old-fashioned Thanksgiving Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGEE HHIIJJKK LLMMNNMM| It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell | A |
| Upon the days of bygone years the days I loved so well | A |
| But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know | B |
| A simple old Thanksgiving Day like those of long ago | B |
| When all the family gathered round a table richly spread | C |
| With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head | C |
| The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile | D |
| With mother running in and out and laughing all the while | D |
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| It may be I'm old fashioned but it seems to me to day | E |
| We're too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray | E |
| Each little family grows up with fashions of its own | F |
| It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone | F |
| It has its special pleasures its circle too of friends | G |
| There are no get together days each one his journey wends | G |
| Pursuing what he likes the best in his particular way | E |
| Letting the others do the same upon Thanksgiving Day | E |
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| I like the olden way the best when relatives were glad | H |
| To meet the way they used to do when I was but a lad | H |
| The old home was a rendezvous for all our kith and kin | I |
| And whether living far or near they all came trooping in | I |
| With shouts of Hello daddy as they fairly stormed the place | J |
| And made a rush for mother who would stop to wipe her face | J |
| Upon her gingham apron before she kissed them all | K |
| Hugging them proudly to her breast the grownups and the small | K |
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| Then laughter rang throughout the home and Oh the jokes they told | L |
| From Boston Frank brought new ones but father sprang the old | L |
| All afternoon we chatted telling what we hoped to do | M |
| The struggles we were making and the hardships we'd gone through | M |
| We gathered round the fireside How fast the hours would fly | N |
| It seemed before we'd settled down 'twas time to say good bye | N |
| Those were the glad Thanksgivings the old time families knew | M |
| When relatives could still be friends and every heart was true | M |
Edgar Albert Guest
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