Another Take on Thanksgiving

Friday

Thanksgiving comes on Friday,

the day they call Black Friday,

but it’s not at all a black day,

not at all a bad day.

It’s a day to play,

a day to be so happy and gay,

just because it is another day,

one coming after Thursday.

Thursday, sad day,

some of us they took away;

some of us became their prey;

but I say nay:

get away from Thursday.

Friday is the day:

that’s what we turkeys say.

--ed pacht

Ed Pacht lives in New Hampshire on the banks of the Cocheco in an old converted woolen mill. He was a Pentecostal preacher for 25 years and is now a lay member of an Anglican church. He has many books of poetry and his first novel was published last year.


Sample of Ed Pacht's poems

Mass of the Visitation
Lament for the Hills
Reflections on Screaming Fire
Spoiled Milk
Why Do I Write?
Acrostic for Hannah Mulliken
Leah's Burden
Love-Soaked Road
Ed Pacht Captures Mickey Blue Eyes
Novum Ordo
From Random to Reason
Poetry Dances
Ed Pacht: New Hampshire Poet