Thank goodness.


Thankfully it’s here.

Thank you one and all.

Thank yourself.

Even if no one else does.

Go ahead.

Give yourself a pat on the back.

Or a nice hug.

No hubris implied.

Nor vainglory.

Just acknowledging yourself.

For being there.

Or knowing when to leave.

For pitching in.

Or staying out of the way.

Thank yourself.

For yourself.

For all that you’ve done.

And for doing nothing.

Just being.



Can’t have one without the other.


So much to be thankful for.

Thanks for air.

And water.

Two essentials.

Fundamental to all.

Too important to pollute.

Or waste.

We all need them to survive.

Regardless of race, creed, or color.

Regardless of religious belief.

Or gender preference.

Regardless of fame or fortune.

Or political party.

United, we breathe.

Divided, we gasp.


Two cultures met in peace.

Broke bread.

Shared food.




Skills to survive.

New relationships.

New beginnings.

New tradition in the New World.

Still thankfully free.

Happy Thanksgiving.

That’s Mason


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Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.  


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