{"id":4221,"date":"2021-11-24T10:36:25","date_gmt":"2021-11-24T18:36:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4221"},"modified":"2021-11-24T10:36:25","modified_gmt":"2021-11-24T18:36:25","slug":"211124","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2021\/11\/24\/211124\/","title":{"rendered":"211124"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2021\/211124.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>211124<br \/>\nA yank&#8217;s thanks<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m often asked, since I&#8217;m away<br \/>\nHow do I spend Thanksgiving Day?<br \/>\nI do not have a big turkey<br \/>\nNo stuffing, yams nor cranberry<br \/>\nI do not have my family here<br \/>\nNo football games to watch and cheer<br \/>\nI kind of think, most displaced yanks<br \/>\nJust look around and give their thanks<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s not to say I do not miss<br \/>\nA feast worthy of a chef&#8217;s kiss<br \/>\nOr seeing mom or Tom or dad<br \/>\nOf course those things do make me sad<br \/>\nBut this is where my feet did roam<br \/>\nI&#8217;m in my new forever home<br \/>\nAlthough it&#8217;s far from you to me<br \/>\nI&#8217;m just right where I want to be<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"211124 A yank\\'s thanks I\\'m often asked, since I\\'m away How do I spend Thanksgiving Day? I do not have a big turkey No stuffing, yams nor cranberry I do not have my family here No football games to watch and cheer I kind of think, most displaced yanks Just look around and give their thanks That\\'s not to say I do not miss A feast worthy of a chef\\'s kiss Or seeing mom or Tom or dad Of course those things do make me sad But this is where my feet did roam I\\'m in my new forever home Although it\\'s far from you to me I\\'m just right where I want to be\", \"US English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>211124 A yank&#8217;s thanks I&#8217;m often asked, since I&#8217;m away How do I spend Thanksgiving Day? I do not have a big turkey No stuffing, yams nor cranberry I do not have my family here No football games to watch and cheer I kind of think, most displaced yanks Just look around and give their &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2021\/11\/24\/211124\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">211124<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[40,47,36,53,63,39,72,8,76,12,14],"class_list":["post-4221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-brownie","tag-calendars","tag-family","tag-food","tag-football","tag-holidays","tag-home","tag-linc","tag-time","tag-tv","tag-xmas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4221"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4221"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4221\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4254,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4221\/revisions\/4254"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}