Thanksgiving in Ohio

In the heartland, where the flat earth stretches, Rolling roads, red barns under wide skies, Ohio, the soul of the Midwest, Thanksgiving whispers in the crisp November air.

In small towns, the streets are quiet, But hearts beat loud with love and memory. The chill of the wind, the warmth of togetherness, Tales of yesteryears, of journeys and dreams.

Laughter mingles with the scent of pumpkin pie, Youthful innocence, aged wisdom intertwine.

In the simple joy of being, of belonging, Under Ohio’s endless sky, we give thanks, For the land, the people, the journey home.