This is a day we should all give thanks to those who came before us and are so dear to our hearts. Happy Thanksgiving...john and linda peterson, ozona, florida SONG OF THE PILGRIMS By NancySue Krenrich Across the rolling, wind-swept sea For months we've sailed along, I see a land that's new to me Against the blue horizon. Oh, beautiful land of freedom born, I've come across the sea To reap your fruits and build my home, And make my people free.