Surrounded by Wild Turkeys by Gary Snyder b. 1930
I live in the Thanksgiving corner of the country. Plymouth Plantation is just down the road. I pass–what I believe was–Lydia Marie Child’s house in Wayland, Massachusetts, every day, several times. She wrote Over the river and through the woods. She called the poem The New England Boy’s Song About Thanksgiving Day. It was published in 1844 in Boston. Wild turkeys roam these woodsy suburbs. They stop traffic regularly.
Here’s a wild turkey poem by Gary Snyder.
Surrounded by Wild Turkeys
Little calls as they pass
Through dry forbs and grasses
Under blue oak and gray digger pine
In the warm afternoon of the forest-fire haze;
Twenty or more, long-legged birds
So are we, in our soft calling,
passing on through.
Our young, which trail after,
Look just like us.