The warm crackle of the fire

And vegetables waiting to roast.

The charcuterie board we place on the table

And champagne, here, for our toast.

We’re all together on this fine Sunny day

We gather all here in November.

Our thanks and gratitude can’t be spoken in to words

This town makes us all still remember.

The friends of the patriots and natives who taught

All on our earth is the same.

The people we love, even those we don’t know

Make up our world free of blame.