YAM
by David Guernsey
can see in the dark like a mole,
(the whole poem is at The Poetry Foundation)
I don't know about you, but my favorite part of Thanksgiving is the side dishes. Yams? Green bean casserole? Mom's cranberry jello salad? BRING THEM ON!!
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I yam crazy about that poem, and side dishes! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours :).
ReplyDeleteI yam too. Though down here in Georgia, we call them "sweet potatoes," as we love lots of syllables in anything. Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteYum, yum, or should I say, yams, yams!
ReplyDeleteYummy yams which make me think of big Thanksgiving dinners with my grandmother so I have warm fuzzies times two. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteMe too, but especially the yams, with cranberries, Mary Lee. When I read such a clever poem, I am in awe, wondering why I'm even bothering. Thank you for discovering and sharing.
ReplyDeleteNever been a fan of Thanksgiving food, and yams shall never pass these lips. But I do appreciate that there is a poem about them because...why not?! :)
ReplyDeleteJust thinking about the sprawling table of side dishes makes me weak in the knees for next week! Oh how I love all the choices and leftovers too. Yams, such a versatile root. Love them baked, mashed or fried! Long live the yam!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful yam poem!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, Mary Lee. Side dishes are what makes the turkey a Thanksgiving turkey. This poem reminds me to think about the things we eat and where they come from.
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