A Row of Burning...
Bernie Bernstein
bushes lights our way to grandfather's
house on this crisp Thanksgiving Day.
The bushes glow in crimson
light between the white white
snow. We walk the lane as we
walked it before, momma and
me with our daughter Jan;
just us three to grandma's
place in the deep deep country
with a burning bush and a burning
bush as we make our way
this November Thanksgiving Day
