Norwegian Farmer’s Son…February 25th

February 25th…“TELL OF A PLACE THAT YOU DISCOVERED OR BUILT FOR YOUR GANG.”

Only in my dreams could I have ever “built” a clubhouse for any gang (of which there was only ONE in the “gang”…..ME).Β  So, to have a fun twist on this entry, I created a poem to describe my talents in woodworking…….or maybe I should say, “Wood Butchering” πŸ˜‰

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If it can be done WRONG in wood, Elliott will do it. πŸ˜‰

POEM – “Wood Butcher” by N. Elliott Noorlun

When I was a kid, And picked up a saw, I tried to follow the line,

Upon the wood, If only I could, Make a straight cut on any old pine.

A wood butcher was, The closest thing, That would describe my craft,

I’d bend the nails, And cry my wails, My clubhouse was BAD fore and aft.

So the only clubhouse, That I had, Was within my imagination,

All cool n sublime,Β  At any old time, A little boy happenin’ station, πŸ˜‰

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No wonder Elliott built it wrong…..heheheh πŸ˜‰

 

 

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