Soctat Srupres Holidays & Special Days Election Day The candidates have spoken and told their points of view. They've traveled far and wide describing what they plan to do. They've written many letters and shaken lots of hands. They've answered every question. They've told us where they stand. it The voters look no further. It's time to have a say, to choose the better candidate. It is Election Day. Veterans Day Thank you to the people who helped protect our nation On Veterans Day, we honor you with praise and celebration. You gave your time and effort to keep our country strong. We thank you, U.S. Veterans, today and all year long The Big Book of Clasroom Poems Scholastic Teaching Resources mSERN ) ia: ay <=> eee! fl \ iL i ea" alain g PBF: OL ri¥3 668! IO; GEN: & Mid-November After a long silence, a few birds sing; they're back, blue jay and cardinal, singing along with hardheaded leaves that hang on high branches and crick-crack the wind— singing as my sister and |, half-drowned in red and yellow leaves, join them with our song. Emanuel di Pasquale Month by Month Paty: September, October November Scholastic Professional Beaks, 1009mG PROFS @; aia s ase! Foi Ge Neve I When all the leaves are off the boughs, And nuts and apples gathered in, And cornstalks waiting for the cows, And pumpkins safe in barn and bin: Then mother says: “My children dear, The fields are brown and autumn flies; Thanksgiving Day is very near, And we must make Thanksgiving pies!” Country Rhyme | nae 7 | eee | 62 enh Month Pty Sept Ce Nombre Pannen 209Die OOPS OS Rie, WS OT FLO EN SOLS PPO. oe 7 Turkey Time Thanksgiving Day will soon by here; It comes around but once a year. If | could only have my way, We'd have Thanksgiving every day! Anonymous The Little Girl and the Turkey The little girl said As she asked for more: “But what is the Turkey Thankful for?” Dorothy AldisSomething Told the Wild Geese Something told the wild geese lt was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered—"Snow.” Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned—"Frost.” All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly— Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry. —Rachel FieldThanksgiving Thank You for all my hands can hold— apples red, and melons gold, yellow corn both ripe and sweet, peas and beans so good to eat! Thank You for all my eyes can see— lovely sunlight, field and tree, white cloud-boats in sea-deep sky, soaring bird and butterfly. Thank You for all my ears can hear— birds’ song echoing far and near, songs of little stream, big sea, cricket, bullfrog, duck and bee! —ly O. Eastwick