As we end our vacation in Portland, Maine, we found the best place to eat lobster, Luke’s. Outside the restaurant on a peer overlooking the Old Port Harbor, there was a young boy putting finishing touches on the huge stack of lobster traps turned Christmas tree.
As we head back home to Louisiana for big family Thanksgiving, we are grateful for this time to relax and enjoy a different place in the world.
I invite you to leave a small poem of gratitude today.
An ordinary trap
Becomes a beacon of light
For traveling mercies
Margaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
may we continue
to be surprised by beauty
in unlikely spots
I love this blessing of a poem. Surprised by beauty is how I want to live.
Yes!! Beautiful, Mary Lee.
oooooh! How fun and how very Maine! I’m so glad you had a good time. Amen to Mary Lee’s response.
I’m off school today and in between errands and cooking I checked in. So glad I did!
Go ahead
get trapped by gratefulness
let it light you up
and call others to join in.
Love “get trapped by gratefulness”. Trying to remember this trip while traveling with screaming children. Home soon.
Love how you wove in those lobster traps! And the light. Lovely, Linda.
December’s Grateful Heart
Food, family, friendliness,
Praise, patience, peacefulness,
Hope, health, happiness,
Boundless love, plus poetry
birth endless prayers of gratitude.
Janet Clare F. @ draft
A bounty of thanksgiving in your heart.
Margaret,
Our Maine adventures for summers since maybe 2008 are so dear to us. Have never seen a lobster trap Christmas tree, though. Love everything about your poem. Beacons and mercies. How hopeful and vital. Happy Thanksgiving.