Since today’s Thanksgiving, instead of a Thursday Book Feature, here’s a little ditty I wrote and posted in 2015 that I’m re-blogging. Years ago when my grandmother was alive, I enjoyed walking to her house, even as an adult. Now, our town boasts a series of connected cement walkways that would have provided a scenic route from my house to hers if she were still alive.
The following is set to a familiar tune we associate with Thanksgiving. To hear me sing it while accompanying myself on piano, click below. Happy Thanksgiving!
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https://soundcloud.com/user-91961896/over-bridge-along-creek/s-m8Vjj
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Over the Bridge and Along the Creek
Over the bridge and along the creek to Grandma’s house I go.
My cane knows the way. I will not stray as through the leaves I go.
Over the bridge and along the creek, now Grandma’s house I spy.
Hurray for the turkey, stuffing, and yams and Grandma’s apple pie.
Over the bridge and along the creek to Grandma’s house I go.
My dog knows the way so “Forward,” I say as along the path we go.
Over the bridge and along the creek, now Grandma’s house we spy.
I must insure my trusty guide does not eat Grandma’s pie. Ruff ruff.
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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor
How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver
That’s Life: New and Selected Poems
My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds
Click to hear an audio trailer.
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My Corner 
Hi, Abbie–At the tail end of this Turkey Day, I listened to your Thanksgiving song and piano accompaniment. What a fun and nice way to end this Thanksgiving of 2017! I am thankful for being able to read and listen to all of your blog posts.
Enjoy the holiday season–Alice and Willow
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You’re welcome, Alice. I hope you and Willow had a nice holiday.
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