Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day
by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and through the wood,
To Grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes,
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound,
For this is Thanksgiving-Day.

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate!
We seem to go
Extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood;
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

My Art Gallery Exhibit

I just found this awesome photo site called www.dumpr.net from a flickr photo site that I enjoy http://www.flickr.com/photos/dogislove. Isn't this cool?!?

Barn Spires and Old Cars

I enjoy taking photos - these were taken at a Farm Heritage Festival we went to in September. I also love old cars - being from the motor city and all.