Wednesday, November 27, 2013



by Edgar Albert Guest

Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.

Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.



  1. Incredible photo Ruth! Wow.... Enjoy your feast and gathering...

    1. Thanks, Christine! I wish you the same.

  2. And a Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family as well, Ruth!

  3. There's something in this sentimental poem that reflects a true part of our culture and history. There was a time when his poems were gobbled up (sorry) by local citizens here, and that's something. Guest (1881-1959) was the poet laureate of Michigan and wrote some 11,000 poems, some of which were published in the Detroit Free Press and another 300 newspapers. His style is sentimental, his biggest fan was Edith Bunker of "All in the Family," which gives you an idea. I find this optimism of another time rather sweet and fascinating, even if it seems unrealistic.

  4. I just read Erin's piece at noun as verb and it seems fitting here:

    Dearest Nostalgia

  5. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family, Ruth. I'm grateful for you in my life.

  6. He clearly writes about something most of us have experienced, Ruth, which makes this piece (and the cottage image) so soulful. Thank you. I was thinking about you a LOT yesterday! :)


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