Gathering and hunting.
The long trek, the bow, the musket drawn.
Earth's gifts bagged
or roped and dragged
or splayed across the backs
of other beasts.
Man breaking bread with man,
lifting it in thanks: through your goodness.
Cruising the aisles, I gather in my cans:
beans, pumpkin, French-fried onions,
whatever they may be.
Hunt for the right spiral-sliced ham,turkey so heavy, I can hardly lift.
Yams, onions, apples, real butter,
pre-rolled crust for pie,cider, wine, frozen balls of dough,
ready for the yeasty heat of praise.