It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canadia. Ours is a Pilgrim-free holiday, which is fitting considering that…well…people were coming to Canada to make a buck or ten trading fur and timber rather than trying to escape religious persecution. It is a time to be thankful for the harvest and with more than twenty million metric tons of wheat harvested this year, the idea is more than a quaint holdover from our agrarian past.
Searches for non-vomit-inducing poetry related to giving thanks yielded this gem by William S. Burroughs. He makes a good point but it is perhaps a bit too cynical for a day meant to be spent eating a sumptuous feast and devising a plan to snag the couch for the duration of the inevitable post-dinner turkey coma.
So in lieu of Mr Burroughs, Miss Mussel is proud to present Robert Schumann’s The Happy Farmer
Incidentally, if any readers have Thanksgiving related poem/piece of music they wish to share, Miss Mussel is all ears.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!