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An everyday Thanksgiving poem by Mary Oliver


Date: Thu Nov 28 2002 - 07:17:07 PST

My principal had me read Woody's Thanksgiving story to our gathering this
past Tuesday. Many teachers and parents asked for a copy. The children
discussed the meaning.
Thank you Woody.

I happened to put a copy in one of my journals when I read it and found that,
by coincidence (or design) this Mary Oliver poem on the opposite page.

I would love to share it with you,


I don't want you to just sit down at the table.
I don't want you to just eat and be content.
I want you to walk out into the fields
Where the water is shining and the rice has risen.
I want you to stand there far from this white tablecloth.
I want you to fill your hands with mud, like a blessing.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Leslie in Framingham, MA,
about to brave the Mass Turnpike to Lenox! If only the Sturbridge exit
weren't there!