When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,
When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and round,
When old Jack Frost is sparkling on the ground,
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He really captured the feeling of November, and the joy that can come with autumn.
best poem ever he knows what he i doing i like his poems he is the best person i don't now
thanks for making me think still there are many things to be thankful for. It is thanks giving time.
When the gales of coming winter outside your window howl, When the air is sharp and cheery so it drives away your scowl, When one's appetite craves turkey and will have no other fowl, It's Thanksgiving Time! .. very fine poem. tony