Verse 1: Welcome back to Disperser Tracks, my digital domain Where pixels meet the written word, and photographs remain Another year of blog posts done, opinions freely shared To readers real or algorithmic—glad that someone cared Chorus 1: So here's to turkey, stuffing, pie, and all the fixings too To arguments and football games and relatives askew Raise a glass to blog posts past and comments left behind Happy Thanksgiving twenty-five to screens of every kind Verse 2: The cranberry sauce is canned this year, the mashed potatoes lumpy Uncle's going on again about elections getting bumpy The football game is background noise to family debate While I'm just hoping that the pies survive another plate Chorus 2: There's love between the loaded words, companionship through screens A gratitude for those who read my photographic scenes For bots that crawl my archives and for humans passing through This digital thanksgiving feast, I'm sharing it with you Verse 3: Fourteen years of writing now, four thousand posts and more Of macro shots and fiction plots and commentary's roar The analytics say you're out there, though we've never really met But once a year I'll raise my fork to every internet Chorus 3: So here's to tryptophan-induced philosophical debates To pie for breakfast, no regrets, and overfilled our plates To readers, crawlers, scrapers, friends—whoever stops on by From Disperser Tracks to all of you: Happy Thanksgiving, aye
