Strangers At the Feast – Larry Trasciatti

Every year the family threw a feast for one and all

It was always on Thanksgiving so they named it Thanksgiving Ball

Soon something so very odd began to happen

Each year several new people would appear

No one could account for any of them

Were they all from the Big Rock Candy Mountain

They clapped their hands they clapped their hands they clapped their hands

And they did sing together Oooh Eeeh Aaah

What is it about this Ball that attracts the strangers

For whom no one can account?

Photo by Ardian Lumi on Unsplash

My name is Larry Trasciatti I live in Long Beach New York, am sixty two years old and have been writing poetry for around the past five years .

You can read more of my writing at EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO

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