Sonnet Paper

My sonnet is about the holiday of Thanksgiving, it is one of the few holidays that families can spend time together and eat a big fulfilling dinner. It is the holiday where you give thanks to everyone that has contributed to your living and life, those who made it possible, from someone you see everyday (such as your mother) to Christopher Columbus discovering America. Most people even overlook the simple things in life, such as a toothbrush (cavemen’s didn't have anything to clean their teeth with), or just TV.

In my first stanza, “Nothings like the holiday of thanksgiving; People sitting down, eating turkey and pie; Forgetting the past, forgiving and caring; Everything homemade, no artificial dye”, I am pretty much just telling you what I feel on thanksgiving and the typical thanksgiving dinner. There is definitely nothing like the feel of thanksgiving, no school, smell of turkey everywhere, excited that all you’re going to see your cousins and play around. Everyone gathers at one table, your father cuts the huge turkey that was in the oven for hours. My favorite part of every Thanksgiving dinner is definitely the pumpkin pie part. Nobody is worrying about anything, no business calls, no mortgage payments, no taxes and asking each other about what is going on in their life. Grandma or mom or aunty made all of the food, they didn't use any harmful substances you usually find in fast food, or food coloring (dye) to color their food.

In the second stanza, “How did we end with up with such a fun dinner; Thanks to the pilgrims, the Indians too; Let us be thankful, for this great winner; Families get together, that is so true;” I am questioning the holiday. How did Thanksgiving come to be? And we have to thank the pilgrims coming to America and celebrating the harvest with their Indian neighbors, the first great feast of thanksgiving. This holiday is definitely one in my book of winners since noone loses anything, families see each other again, happy conversations and a bellyful of turkey.

In the third stanza, “Autumn follows poor summers death; Harvesting the corn, churning the butter; Great turkey parade, leaves you out of breath; Get ready to sleep, closing the shutters;” I talk about before the thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving is in the Autumn and that is after summer. Death of summer is a metaphor for summer ending, time passing, since once time passes, you cant get it back, like it dies. Churning the butter is kind of like preparing for the dinner, back in the old days, pilgrims had to prepare their food, butter didn't just come in a silver block ready to eat, it took hours of hard work and labor to get the butter edible. This is the same with your dinner, hours of hard work has been put in just so the family could have a good dinner. The Thanksgiving Parade in New York City is always a surprise, there is something new every year and it will leave a mark in your memory saying “The turkey balloon crashed into a building!”.

Finally when the day ends you get ready to close the shutters and sleep away into the night. You think about all the things you did that day and then you think about what you can do better next year. Maybe you could get back at your uncle for the prank he did to you, you never know what will happen. You just go to sleep awaiting the next Thanksgiving.