Thanksgiving at Seabrook

Quite a few years ago, when I was in a poetic period of my life, I wrote this poem after the Goodnough clan got together for a family Thanksgiving in the old clubhouse in Purdy, right across the street from our house. It sat alongside Goodnough Creek which ran past our house and past my grandparents house which was near the beach. When my grandmother moved there, they lived in a little house which they later tore down and built the brick house that is still there. She named the place Seabrook. That was probably some time in the 1930's. 
Here is the poem...don't laugh :o)

Thanksgiving at Seabrook

We're gathered here today to celebrate

The family that we are.

We've come from many places.

Some near and some quite far.

There are moms and dads and little ones.

Aunts and uncles too.

Grandmas and grandpas and all the rest.

This place is like a zoo.

The Goodnough clan began right here.

Beside this little stream.

Closer to the sea of course,

When it flowed so pure and clean.

Seabrook was the early name

Dawn gave this lovely site.

She and Bob worked side by side.

Yes, they worked with all their might,

To build a home beside the stream

To house their precious girls.

Jean the eldest daughter

And Gertrude with her curls.

From them have come a remarkable bunch

Of truly bright young folk.

Nurses, teachers, fishermen too,

And doctors. That's no joke!

Our souls have all been nourished

By the woods, sea, wind and rain.

May we all come once more to this place by the stream

And feast together again.