This neighborhood as I recall
A time when St. Johns had it all
even a Turkey as a pet
Fenced in, I’m reminded each Fall
My memory remains unclear
To stop and consider thoughts dear
A Turkey that remained unscathed
On the scariest day of the year
I give my brain another shake
As if to jolt the past awake
I know I saw that Turkey then
Now it’s more than I can take
This memory lovely, dark and deep
This mystery alive, is what I keep
My search goes on before I sleep
My search goes on before I sleep
It wouldn’t feel like Thanksgiving without a Turkey of St. Johns tribute. I talked to a long time St. Johns resident recently who had a vague memory of the St. Johns Turkey. We all have that. That recollection was not substantial enough to offer any leads. I will continue to make every effort to find this bird. In the meantime enjoy the holiday.
Take it back to the beginning:
https://portlandorbit.wordpress.com/2015/11/26/the-turkey-of-st-johns-part-1/
Portland Orbit 
The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought youd have something interesting to say. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you could fix if you werent too busy looking for attention.
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A very astute observation Darcy. This is part of an annual tribute/literature spoof and not as much like other posts
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