September 19th…“WERE YOU EVER IN A FIGHT DURING YOUR GRADE SCHOOL YEARS?”
POEM – “The Fight In White Went Outta Sight” by N. Elliott Noorlun
The fight in white went clear outta sight, That chilly winter’s day,
It happened during a big snowstorm, As they let us out to play.
Now to this day, I’m not so sure, What ignited us little runts,
But oh my goodness, ‘the fur did fly’, As you heard our puffs n grunts.
Snowdrifts were high, As this little guy, Connected with classmate,
We two usually got along, Was it something that we ate?
Do you suppose, It was a girl, That got us two to tussle?
Though zero below, We said, “LET’S GO!”, And our fight began to hustle.
I’m a thinkin’ that a snowball, Landed with KERSPLAT,
And may have hurt this little squirt, As it shot off my warm hat.
But then again, Giant hills of snow, Gave us guys a thrill,
We’d push n shove, From up above, As we played “King Of The Hill”.
It could be that I pushed too hard, To launch him offa that peak,
And Randy sought, To right a wrong, So vengeance he did seek.
Push became shove, Then a yank with a spank, Upside my widdo head,
This t’weren’t no fun, But we’d begun, Now’s to fill my foe with dread.
A crowd of kids, Really flipped their lids, To watch us midgets fight,
But then, by golly, Our little boy folly, Clean disappeared from sight.
For as we fought, We rolled into, These fluffy new snowbanks,
And for awhile, All we saw was white, As we’d punch n bite with yanks.
Classmates dug down, Into the snow, Then we saw the “light of day”,
They pulled us punks, Apart so we, Could hear the teacher say,
“Now THAT’S enough, You two relax, Shake hands and get along!”
We did, And once again were friends, To sing a sweeter song!” 😉
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As an epilogue to this humorous incident of childhood, I’m glad to share that our classmate, Randall (Randy) John Simonson, grew into a handsome young man who loved his classmates and his town through his life-long tenure as a proud citizen of Kiester, Minnesota. Randy often shared that there was no better place to live in the entire world than his dear hometown……..and I, for one, gladly agree. Randy left us for Heaven’s Shores on October 1st of 2018 at the age of 64 years. We praise the Lord for our fellow “Bulldog” and his life among us all. ><>
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