A Thanksgiving at Lemmon Valley Home (2023)

A Thanksgiving at Lemmon Valley Home
A Thanksgiving at Lemmon Valley Home

A Thanksgiving at Lemmon Valley Home (2023)



So thankful for this sky to examine

to notice that it seems to have an end

this time I thought infinite and so grand

just taste of sweet nectar of Persimmon.

These lines seem thin yet hold within them much

they start cloud’s gigantic gourds to downpour

we could spread them around the kitchen floor

with just kind thoughts not moaning about crutch.

Wind and rain answered me as angel’s wings

as silent as my unanswered prayers

what is the need of Heaven Earth is sweet.

Like vibrations on wooden guitar strings

or the privilege of walking in the air

the feelings we once had when we would meet.




So thankful for this glad awakening

for fragrance of wet grass in rains tip toe

a chance to view world outside the window

a beginning, a focused listening.

Fingertips brushed lightly over my lips

for if your soul is flat the sky caves in

a spirit reminds me with sheltered grin

this nostalgia of my relationships.

Imagine a drenched and dripping fruit tree

to pull the grass apart and see a heart

so grateful that the room is full of you.

This gratitude as far as one can see

a free form collage our lives as an art

eternity only seen by a few.



So thankful for this liminal lit life

grateful for this seat in my pajamas

when a boy would play with neighbors Lammas

whose spit stays firm in memory of strife.

Thankful for each bent leaf frozen with dew

scene from this path around Swann Lake I stood

examine long mountains and lonely wood

a Hawk with wide wingspan suddenly flew.

Every day I walk this same circle

this reality is what keeps me bound

in a cold breeze my breath not short at all.

Early morning deep purple like Archile

will motivate this walk lakeside a round

of barren tree limbs pointing towards Fall.




So thankful for this manufactured land

provides my children comfort and safety

seems to be very important lately

I would leash the dog and walk upon the sand.

This path of concrete underneath my feet

without it I would have no place to go

no destination as part of the show

where Earth and shoe will never truly meet.

Thanksgiving early morning writing chair

with pencil desperately trying to write.

Too many cups of coffee to be fair

no plans today within sullen sight

just me and cats and somewhere hidden food.


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My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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