Uploaded on November 24, 2011
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
“Ting-a-ling-ding!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow,—
It is so hard to wait!
Over the river and through the wood—
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
—Lydia Maria Child
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
11.24.2023: Twenty-five hundred views on this image. Is it the poem that drew the crowd? Interesting.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving this year, and it was probably the best one ever for me. I am truly grateful for that.
That’s Henry with the pies back in 2011. Dennis’s parents must have been up, because those are definitely my mother-in-law’s pies.