In a town not too far, where the breeze danced with glee,
Lived a family of posts, as concrete as could be.
In the heart of the city, they stood tall and bright,
Concrete light poles, casting warmth in the night.
‘Twas the eve of Thanksgiving, a tale to unfold,
Of concrete light posts, more precious than gold.
Their heads held high, with bulbs all aglow,
Ready to spread joy, their gratitude to show.
Meet Mr. Lumens, the patriarch so proud,
With a glow in his heart, he spoke clear and loud.
‘Thanksgiving is coming, let’s celebrate with glee,
Illuminate the town, from the ground to the tree!’
Mrs. Lumens, his partner, so sturdy and strong,
Wrapped herself in wreaths, sang a thankful song.
The magnificent light posts, their kids in a row,
Hung cornucopias and danced to and fro.
Uncle Edison, a bulb of wisdom and might,
Shared tales of the first post, oh, what a sight!
‘The city was dark, no glow to be found,
Then came the light poles, spreading joy all around.’
They gathered together, a festive affair,
With turkeys of concrete and pumpkins to spare.
The Lumens family, a sight to behold,
Lit up the town with a shimmering gold.
But the night was not just about lights so divine,
They shared stories and laughter, a joyous design.
The concrete posts sparkled, oh, what a sight,
Casting a glow that chased away the night.
As the moon shone above, and the stars joined the cheer,
The Lumens declared, ‘Thanksgiving is here!
For in concrete unity, we find our delight,
Happy Thanksgiving from Seminole Pole, and to all a good light!’