Ode to Nan Min - VII (Sonnet for Thanksgiving Hospitality) Like Wendy, with her kindness for lost boys, You took me in, feeding an orphan soul. Unto thy hearth, a lively lad with toys At Yuletide came, when bounty filled each bowl. This annual pilgrimage, in thee invest, Yearly positioned to enter your mission, Bestowing favor on the pilgrim blessed, Is now become something of a tradition. For your perennial generosity, I write in gratitude, to thee devote Mine art, my literary faculty, Having imbibed out of your gravy boat. As ever with the passing of each season, You are, for giving thanks, my cherished reason.