Turkeys don’t seem like they would make for great poetry, but I’m a big fan of “A Romance for the Wild Turkey” by Paul Zimmer. Here it read as part of the Writer’s Almanac:
That last stanza gets me every time. I first encountered Zimmer’s poem as part of Poetry 180, which I highly recommend as a collection. This poem always comes to mind around Thanksgiving (or when I spot wild turkeys in the neighborhood). Happy Thanksgiving to all celebrating!
2 thoughts on “When the Wild Turkey Dreams at Night”
I loved this. Thank you. Oh, that any creature when dreaming would ever again be regarded as fearful, stupid, and unsure. I would wish this for all.
Happy Thanksgiving to you!
Amen to that. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving!