The Ghost of Turkey's Past

The Ghost of Turkey Past.

By Christy Pohler, Jamie, Erin & Linda Chase

11/23/2012

    'Twas the day of Thanksgiving and all through the house

    not a creature was hungry and no one would rouse.

    The turkey was wrapped in foil without fear

    And knowing that leftovers would soon disappear.

    The family passed out on the couches and beds

    While players of football smashed in their heads.

    Ma' in her sweat pants and my buttons snapped,

    I slipped off to my room for an afternoon nap.

    While Ma' tucked away the last dinner platter

    My team is now losing so the game doesn't matter.

    Off to dreamland I flew like a flash

    Into Turkey coma I quickly crashed.

    Heaped mashed potatoes mounded like snow,

    I should not have had that last spoonful I know.

   When what to my wandering dreams should appear.

    But the ghost of a turkey drinking a beer.

    With a shriveled old waddle

    And a sharp pointed beak.

    He pointed at me, 

    "Its you that I seek!".

    

    As fierce as an eagle he waddled my way 

    My spine turned to jelly when he called me by name.

    "My cousin, my uncle, my great grandpa Jim, 

    My mother, my sister and most of my kin.

    From the breast to the gizzard

    From the great to the small, 

    You killed them.

    You cooked them.

    You ate them all!

    We planned our escape.

    We tried hard to fly.

    We couldn't get airborne

    and we're doomed to die. 

    To your axes and appetites I lost all I knew.

    Now how would you feel if this happened to you?"

    A turn in my tummy I felt I might heave,

    Ghost turkey exclaimed, "That's my cousin Steve!"

    I grew remorseful regretting my deeds. 

    "Great turkey, forgive me,"  I fervently plead!

    "I swear from this moment, when my tummy does growl,

    I'll curb all my urges from murder most fowl.

    My fine feathered friends are safe now I swear 

    Next holiday come I'll find different fair." 

    With a nod of his head and a sip from his bottle, 

    Out of my dreams the ghost turkey did waddle.

    In a sweat drenched panic I woke with a start. 

    A moment was needed to calm racing heart.

    Washing my face and combing my hair, 

    I gathered myself and walked down the stairs. 

    I entered the kitchen; room now in my belly. 

    With a craving for stuffing and cranberry jelly. 

    Ma's getting out turkey, "You want some, Sam?"

    I replied with a grimace, "I'll stick with HAM!"

God works in His own timing

My family recently sold their house which has been on the market for over 2 years. It has been a planned move for quite sometime and a desire of our hearts to be in the Hill Country of Texas. For the past 2 years since my father's brain injury it has been a winding road that God has laid out for them.

I am so excited about the new adventure in my family's life... But I can't help but feel a little sad at the thought of my family living 300 miles away , when my whole life they have been just around the corner.

I pray that the Lord blesses them on this new adventure and works out a new pathways for my family and I to be able to have the desires of our hearts as well.

the Lord knows where we're supposed to go and when were supposed to get there until the Lord removes his hand from our circumstances that allows us to move in his perfect timing we will just have to take mini road trips to the hill country to see my family.