Norwegian Farmer’s Son…June 14th

June 14th…“GROWING UP ON THE FARM, WHAT ARTICLES, BELONGING TO YOUR FATHER CAPTURED YOUR ATTENTION AS A CHILD?”

POEM – “Those Gritty Grisly Gloves” by N. Elliott Noorlun

NFS 6.14b
The leather gloves that belonged to Elliott’s father were a sight to behold.

Our farmer father, Owned some gloves,

Of weathered leather hide,

And lifeless they were, until he pushed,

His muscled hands inside.

They then revived, and came alive,

To offer him protection,

From coarse farm work, that he didn’t shirk,

In his vocational election.

NFS 6.14c
So scratchy!!!!

Then came the day, that I did play,

Upon our father’s tractor,

And found his “leathers”, baked by sun,

And decided to play actor.

So I pushed my soft-skinned little hand,

Inside those leather wrappings,

So brittle they were, against my flesh,

Caused me some kid-like YAPPINGS!!

Though later in life, whene’er it came,

To the roughest push n shoves,

I too, like Dad, Have my own pair,

Of some leather gritty grisly gloves.  😉

NFS 6.14a
Elliott’s father, Russell, almost always had a pair of “leathers” nearby!

 

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