Response to "Thanksgiving" by Celia Thaxter, in The Atlantic Monthly

I kind of liked Thaxter's "Thanksgiving" poem It just reminded me of "A Night Before Christmas," except there was a lot of description about nature: roses, irises, trees, and birds. She was giving thanks for all of the beautiful aspects of nature and personified the different natural wonders of the earth. It highlighted how amazing the annual cycling of the seasons are as it travels between death and rebirth year after year.  I do think it is strange when an author talks to inanimate objects and wishes for a response. I would rather admire in silence and accept that the roses do not have thoughts. I do appreciate Nature though. I think that it is often taken advantage of. As we grow older, its easy to forget and take for granted the miracles of nature. When I was a kid, I was mesmerized by nature and wanted to know all there was to know about it. As I have aged, I have also lost sight of the gloriousness of just everyday processes that flowers and trees and insects perform. Anyway, I choose this poem because it was published on my birthday, November 14, 1871. "Thanksgiving was originally published from The Atlantic Monthly, but was republished in this article from The Milwaukee. I was looking more for an actual Thanksgiving holiday story, but I have been having a very difficult time finding one, which is frustrating. However, I did like reading a poem that gave thanks to nature for everything that it does that we have the ability to sit back and enjoy.  We need to step back and "smell the roses" if you will. Another plus for the poem is it used the word gonfalons, which means a banner or pennant.