Norwegian Farmer’s Son…September 24th

September 24th…“DO YOU REMEMBER A SPECIAL SCHOOL CUSTODIAN AT BATTLE GROUND SCHOOL DISTRICT?”

POEM – “He Called The Girls George”  by N. Elliott Noorlun

He called the girls “George”, The boys he’d call “Sue”,

Just to see what those little, Sweethearts would do.

Some would laugh, Some’d say “HEYYY!”,

But either way, He’d brighten their day.

Oliver Wolbert, Was this man’s name,

From a cowboy past, I’m told he came.

He’d scrub n mop, And shine the floor,

But “Cowboy” never, Was a bore.

“Cowboy” would arrive, Wearing cowboy hat,

Tall n lanky, With tummy flat.

Maybe riding horses, Back in his past,

Gave him the energy, To last and last.

With Big John Maynard, That duo fine,

Would scrub those floors, And make them shine.

Night after night, When the kids were home,

These two dear men, Round the school would roam.

Moving furniture, Waxing a floor,

Then move all back in, And do it once more.

All the while, They’d tease and gaff,

And down the halls, Came Oliver’s laugh.

Loud n boisterous, Then down to a giggle,

As he and John, Made their floor mops wiggle.

I was always impressed, That “Cowboy” was there,

Day in day out, With his silver hair.

Maybe his only, Choice was work,

But he was faithful, And would not shirk.

The daily grind, To get ‘er done,

That always impressed, This Norwegian Son.