October 23rd…“DID YOUR FARM IN SOUTHERN MINNESOTA HAVE AN ORCHARD? DID YOU PICK APPLES AND HARVEST OTHER THINGS?”
POEM – “Green As An Apple” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Green as an apple, How envious you’d be,
If you had an orchard, As a kid like me.
The pioneer family, Who started our farm,
Made sure their loved ones, Would see no harm,
By planting many a fruiting tree,
That would feed them all,
Through the years with glee.
Not only did we have, Apple and pear,
Many other yummies, Were also there.
Rhubarb, plum, Asparagus, too,
Berries galore, To share with who,
Ever might come, A visiting by,
And taste our sweets, Saying, “My Oh My!!”,
Perched up high, In apple heights,
This farmer boy, Could enjoy the sights,
Of watching Father, Farm our land,
Our life was simple, But oh how grand.
All the time thinking, “I just may BUST!”,
“Eating my apple, Wonder-lust!” 😉