Short Poems for Kids ✍️

Over the hills to grandfather’s house,
Through wind and falling snow,
We carry pie and cranberry sauce,
With cheeks all aglow.

The harvest moon is rising high,
Our boots are full of leaves,
The turkey’s warm, the cider sweet—
It’s Thanksgiving Eve!

A playful homage to Lydia Maria Child’s “Over the River,” this short poem brings back memories of old-fashioned holidays. Pair it with visual arts or graphic arts crafts inspired by vintage Thanksgivings.