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Traditions. "In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies." Write about Native Americans, or other indigenous peoples. This could be an alternate history, a period piece, historical fiction, or whatever you like. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
SriramKalki

Thanksgiving in Plymouth: Poem

Trees saying bye,

as wind blows it's leaves

The sound of crunching,

as kids run by

Adults setting up tables

made of strong wood,

as hunters shoot turkey

with a side course of chicken

Because the 2 tribes are going to meet

tomorrow

Kids making presents

to share and give to the other tribe

People helping others

harvesting crops and feeding animals

While everyone shouting timber

looking for more wood

to build shelters

for twice the population

Because the 2 tribes are going to meet

tommorrow

Night was nearing

so the kids went to bed

as it was curfew.

But still the adults were working

Because it is going to be thanksgiving tomorrow.

The next day came

and everyone was ready.

As the other tribe came,

they were greeted with gifts,

as they gave gifts

As the adults were talking to each other,

the kids greeted each other playfully,

and played games together.

When it was lunch,

the tribes had a meal,

which was enormous,

as the other tribe brought

their food too.

Everyone resumed their relaxation,

while a few hunters from each tribe

went to hunt and share tips to each other.

Finally, it was evening.

Maids set up the table, while people came

to sit down for dinner.

The appetizers came first,

making their way into the tablecloth.

After everyone had a quick taste

of the food, the big turkey came

with the leftovers from lunch.

Everyone was excited as they ate

big pieces of turkey.

Then rice pudding finally came.

After that, everyone was full.

As everyone said their goodbyes,

the other tribe left.

And that was how the first Thanksgiving went.

The End

Poem Created By: Sriram Srinivasa Kalki

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