September 8th…“DID YOU EVER SAY SOMETHING, AS A CHILD, THAT MADE SENSE TO YOU, BUT MADE SURROUNDING ADULTS LAUGH?”
POEM – “This Boy Became Coy” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Did you ever notice, How oftentimes,
Your foot can fit in your mouth?
With words well-intended, They end up back-ended,
And silliness heads them down south?
Such was the day, On our farm while I played,
That our “Vet” rolled into the yard,
Dr. Blohm was his name, And our cows were his game,
That dear man, He worked really hard.
Now being a kid, With not much “under lid”,
There’s so much that I didn’t know,
When it came to family title, The wrong way I sidled,
And my ignorance was about to show.
I was always intrigued, By Doc Blohm’s lead,
As his knowledge was used on a cow.
I was great big fan, Of this dear man,
As he showed his medical know-how.
With ol’ Doc’s arm inside a cow,
I ventured forth to say,
That I had seen his lovely sister,
In school just the other day.
“I don’t have a sister”, He said to me,
With understanding smile,
His answer made me scratch my head,
And think a little while.
With my First Grade brain, There in the barn lane,
As I gazed at his muddy apparel,
“Well, SURE you do, She’s in my Grade”,
And you know her name is Carol”.
Well, Doc and Dad, Just howled at this lad,
With laughter n smiles galore,
I’m sure even Mom, Could hear from the house,
As laughter poured out the barn door.
Right away this boy, Became very coy,
And retreated with blushing face.
With head hanging down, I’d been made the clown,
And departed with saddening pace.
When in doubt, DON’T, And then you won’t,
End up like this humbled gent.
“For even a fool who keeps quiet,
Is considered intelligent”. (Proverbs 17:28)
Norwegian Farmer's Son 
My hometown is Kiester also. Grew up there in the late 60’s and the 70’s. My dad ( 95 years old) love reading your stories in the paper as do I. I also read more of them on Facebook. Keep them coming. It helps to reminisce about the ole hometown !!🙂
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Dear Jim,
It was pure joy to see you stop by here with this note of encouragement!!! As my Norwegian parents would say….”Mange Takk” (Many Thanks)!!! Blessings to you and your dear father for enjoying my stories in the Kiester paper (which I guess is now called “South Central News”). If your father remembers the Mutschler and Heitzeg family farms, we were just south of there. Sadly, the farm place has been razed to the ground now to make room for more crops, but my memories are happily wrapped up in that dear spot of my youth. I started these stories for my children and grandchildren some years ago. They’re based on a question per day type of format, as if we were sitting together and they’d be asking this grandpa questions about my life. Actually, when completed, there’ll be over 400 short stories and poems.
Again, thanks so much and may our Lord bless you and your family!!! > 😉
N. Elliott Noorlun
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